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A  PRAtER  MEETING 

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Revival  Hymn  Book  $ 

OR 
OF   THE   BEST 

"Psalnis   aed  Hymns  and 
Spiritual  Soia^s," 

FROM  VARIOUS  AUTHORS,  FOR  THE  USE  OF 

SOCIAL  PRAYER  MEETINGS 

A3TD 

REVIVALS  OF  RELIGION. 
Tenth    Stereotype     Edition* 


BY  JOHN  WIKEBRENNER,  V.  D.  M. 

"Lei  the  word  of  Christ  dwell  in  you  richly  in  all  wis- 
dom, teaching  and  admonishing  one.  another  in  Psalms 
and  Hymns  and.  Spiritual  Songs,  singing  with  grace  in 
j/our  hearts  unto  the  Lord."— Col.  Ill,  16. 


mMBRISBUSG,  JPa. 

PUBLISHED-  BY  JOHN  WINEBRENNER,  V.  D.  & 

1848* 


Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania,  to  wit: 

BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  that  on  the  twenty-second 
day  of  March,  in  the  forty-ninth  year  of  the  Inde- 
pendence of  the  United  States  of  America,  A.  D. 
J 825,  JOHN  WINEBRENNER,  of  said  district,  hath 
deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a  book,  the  right 
whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor,  in  the  words  follow- 
ing, to  wit : 

"A  Prayer  Meeting  and  Revival  Hymn  Book:  or  a 
selection  of  the  best  "  Psalms  and  Hymns  and  Spiritual 
Songs,"  from  various  authors,  for  the  use  of  Social 
Prayer  Meetings  and  Revivals  of  Religion.  By  John 
Winebrenner,  V'.  J).  M." 

"Let  the  word  of  Christ  dwell  in  you  richly  in  all 
wisdom,  teaching  and  admonishing  one  another  in 
Psalms  and  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  singing  with 
grace  in  your  hearts  unto  the  Lord.— Col.  iii.  16.   . 

In  conformity  to  the  Act  of  Congress  of  the  United 
States,  entitled  "An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of 
learning  by  securing  the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts  and 
Books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies, 
during  the  times  therein  mentioned." 

D.  CALDWELL,  Clerk 
of  the  Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania. 


THE  ARRANGEMENT. 


1  Social  prayer  meetings 

2  Before  and  after  sermon 

3  Family  worship,   - 

4  Monthly  Concert    - 

5  Union  prayer  meetings 

6  Special  prayer  meetings  - 

7  Alarming  and  awakening 

8  Conviction  and  penitential 

9  Inviting  and  encouraging 

10  Faith  and  conversion 

11  Regeneration 

12  The  Convert    - 

13  The  Christian      - 

14  The  doubting 

15  On  backsliding     - 

16  Prayer  for  a  revival 

17  Rejoicing  in  a  revival 

18  Inquiry  meetings 

19  Experience  meetings    - 

20  Time      ,  -        - 

21  Death  -         - 

22  Judgment         -        -        - 

23  Hell    - 

24  Heaven    - 

25  Farting  and  dismission 

26  Miscellaneous 


1-70 

-  n-8o 

81-95 
-  96-123 
124-131 
132-154 
155-172 
173-192 
193-213 
214-235 
236-241 
242-261 
262-280 
281-283 
284-290 
291-297 
298-307 
308-311 
312-316 
317-322 
323-334 
335-340* 
341 
342-346 
347-360 
361-481 


Explanation 

OF  THE 

Various  Meters  in  this  volume. 

L.  M.  Long  Mete*-.—  C.;  M.  Common  Meter.—  S.  p. 
Short  Meter.—  M-  7s,  Sevens.— M.  8s,  Eights.— P.  M. 
Peculiar  Meter.     . 

Meters.  No.  of  syllables  in  each  line.  Hymn. 

L.  M 9888 I 

CM 8  6  8  6 13 

S.  M. 6  6  8  6 7 

M.  7s,       .        *       .     .  .       .7777 $ 

M.  8s, 8  8  8  8. 38 

M.  lis 11  11  11  11 .    .    .    .    .272 

M.  12s,     *       *       .        .   12  12  12  12 426 

P.  M.        .       .        .87878787 3 

7  6  7  6  7676 .W 

,      7  6  7  6  7776 155 

10  8  16  8  10  8  10  8 382 

8  7  8  7  4  7 194 

8  8  6  8  8  6 32Q 

6  6  9  6  6  9 305 

6  6  6  6  8  8 304 

8  8  8  8  8  8.    .    .    .    .241 

11  10  11  10  .    .    ...  26 

The  following  Me,ters  occu*  bujt  once  respectively  iri 

whereas  the   preceding    ones  do  re- 


fills book; 
i  peatedly. 

P/M. 


9  7  7  10 410 

8.8  11  9.    .    .    .    .399, 

10  10  11  ll.    .    .    .    .335 

10  ll  10. 11 ....    .386 

8  8  8  8  8.    *    .    .    .230 

6  6  7  7  79 35 

7  6  7  7  7  6  *    .    .    .    -55 

8  7  8  7  7  7.    <    .    .    .435 
9898978  5 Ij89 

12  8  12  8  11  11  11 469 

888688886 89 

6664666664 280 

88  7  88744  4.  48 279 

12  11  12  11  12  12  12  11 ....    Am 


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FOR  THE  USE  OF 

SppiAIi  PRAYER  MEETINGS 

AND 
REyiVALS  OF  RELIGION. 


JfOf  IV  %.  L.    M.-HaRT. 

Pray  without  ceasing,    1  Thess.  v.  17. 

1  TTJRAY'R  was  appointed  to  convey, 
JT  The  blessings  !G6d  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray,  they  live. ' 

2  The  Christians  heart  his  pray'r  indites, 
He  speaks  as  prompted  froin  within1, 
The  spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  ChrisJ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 

3  And  shall  we  in  dead  silence  lie, 

When  Christ  stands  wait;rig  for  our  pray'r? 
My  soul  thou  hast  a  friend -on  high 
Arise  and  tfy  tfry  int'rest  there. 

4  If  pains'  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  or  sins  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee— pray. 

5  Depend  op  Christ,  thou  canst  not  fail : 
Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not— his  merits  must  prevail ! 
Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 

5 


2-3  SOCIAL   PRAYER. 

HYMN  2.  C.  M. 

1  "WTKTE'RE  met  dear  friends  in  Jesus'  name 
▼  v     Come,  let  us  now  rejoice, 
While  we  our  Saviour's  name  proclaim 
With  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 
8  But  O,  dear  Jesus  Lamb  of  God, 
Send  down  the  heavenly  Dove, 
His  graces  to  diffuse  around, 
And  warm  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  In  vain,  dear  Saviour,  here  we  meet. 

Except  thy  face  we  see  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  a  heav'n  most  sweet 
Where'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

4  A  dungeon  shows  a  heavenly  dawn, 

When  there  with  thee  we  dwell ; 
But  when  thy  presence  is  withdrawn, 
A  Palace  proves  a  hell. 

5  Then,  Q  dear  Jesus,  condescend 

To  meet  us  with  a  smile  : 
Thy  spirit's  quick'ning  influence  send, 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile. 

6  That  at  the  close  each  one  may  say, 

We  met  not  here  in  vain  ; 
For  we  have  tasted  heav'n  to-day, 
Nor  could  we  more  contain, 

HYMN  3.  P.  M.  8  S  &  7  S.— Askins. 

1  Tn&RETHREN  we  are  met  together, 
$9  To  adore  the  Lord  our. God : 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  powers, 

While  we  try  to  speak  his  word? 
All  is  vain  unless  the  spirit 

Of  the  Holy  one  come  down  : 
Brethren  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

2  Brethren  see  poor  sinners  round  you, 

Standing  on  the  brink  of  woe  ; 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  movirig. 
6 


SOCIAL   PRAYER 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 
See  our  fathers,  see  our  mothers. 

And  our  children  sinking  down. 
Brethren,  &c. 
%  Brethren  here  are  poor  backsliders, 

Who  were  once  near  heav'ns  door 
But  they  have  denied  their  Saviour, 

And  are  worse  than  e'er  before. 
Yet  the  Saviour  offers  pardon. 

If  they  will  confess  their  wound. 
Brethren,  &c. 

4  Sisters  will  you  join  and  help  us  ? 

Moses'  sister  helped  him  ; 
Will  you  seek  the  trembling  mourners, 

Who  are  struggling  hard  with  sin  ? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Saviour, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found. 
Sisters  pray,  &.c. 

5  Brethren  let  us  love  each  other, 

And  our  God  supremely  too  ; 
Let  us  love  to  pray  for  sinners. 

Till  our  God  makes  all  things  new, 
Then  he'll  take  us  up  to  heaven, 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down  ; 
Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us, 

With  sweet  manna  all  around. 


HYM1V  4.  L.  M. 

1  ■^nSTELCOME  dear  brethren  to  this  place 

ww     Be  banish'd  ev'ry  slavish  fear  1 
Ye  come  to  seek  Emanuel's  face, 
For  he  has  promis'd  to  be  here. 

2  Seek  him  in  pray'r— he'll  surely  come 

To  do  us  good  before  we  part ; 
Each  humble  breast  he'll  make  his  home, 
And  dwell  in  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 

3  He'l!  come  with  all  his  gracious  tram 

Of  lively  graces  bright  and  strong  ; 
Then  shall  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain 
Sound  loud  and  sweeJ  from  ev'ry  tongua. 


5 — 6  SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

4  O  then  be  earnest,  take  no  nay, 
He'll  answer  ev'ry  good  desire; 
Give  him  your  hearts— tho'  cold  as  clay, 
They'll  melt  like  wax  before  the  fire. 

HYMJV  5.  M.  7  s.— Hammond. 

A  blessing  humbly  requested.    Jer.  xxix.  12,  13. 
ORD  we  come  before  thee  now, 


L 


At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
O  do  not  our  suit  disdain ! 
Shall  we  seek  thee  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay; 
Lord  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word. 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford, 
Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return:;       '?'    J 
Those  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  'and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free; 
Lei  us  all  rejoice  jn  thee. 


HYMN  6.  C.  M.—  Watts 

1  ^ING  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name, 
K5  And  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme. 
Exalted  be  our  yoice. 
8 


SOCIAL   PRAYER. 

S  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight. 
And  psalms  of  honor  sing: 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  king. 

3  Come  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 

Come  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his.pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

4  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 

■  And  waits  for  your  request ; 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath  and  swear, 
•  "Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 


HYMN  7.  S.  M.— Newton. 

Importunity  in  prayer  prevalent  with  Qoa\ 

>'    '  ■>'■'■  Luke  18,  1-3. 

HE  Lord  who  truly  known 
The  heart  of  ev  *ry  saint :  ( 


?T 


Jnvites  us  by  his  holy  word, 
To  pray  and'  never  faint* 

%  He  bows  his  gracious  ear ! 

'•'■      We  never  plead  in  vairi  ; 
Ye"t  we  must 'Wait  till  he  appear, 
'  And  pray,  and  pray  againi' 

3  Thou£n  unbelief  suggest, 

*'  Why  should  we  longer  wait  ? 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
-'•  But  be  importunate. 

4  !Twas  thus  a.  widow  poor, 

'  Without  support  or  friend, 

Beset  the  unjust  judge's  door, 

And  gain'd  at  last  her  end. 

5  And  shall  not  Jesus  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ? 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  not  iheir  suit  deny. 
9 


8-9  SOCIAL   PRAYER. 

6  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  jn  pray'r ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 
And  makes  our  cause  his  care. 


HYMI  8.  L-  M.— Cowper. 

1  "^KTK7"HAT  var'ous  hindrances  we  meet 
WW     In  coming  to  a  mercj*  seat ; 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r, 

But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 
ft  Pray'r  makes  thedarken'd  cloud  withdraw: 

Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 

Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love — 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  pray'r,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Pray'r  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright : 
Arid  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees, 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Were  half  the  breath  that's  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


HYMN  9.  C.  M.— Montgomery 

Behold,  he  prayeth.     Acts  ix,  11. 

1  TJRAY'R  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
MT    Utter'd  or  unexpress'd, 

The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Pray'r  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Pray'r  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Pray'r  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 
10 


SOCIAL   PRAYER.  10-11 


•J  Pray'r  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death- 
He  enters  heaven  with  pray'r. 

5  Pray'r  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "Behold,  he  prays." 

6  O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 
The  path  of  pray'r  thyself  hast  trod, 
"Lord  teach  us  how  to  pray.*' 


HYHiV  10«  C.  M— Needham. 

Short  and  fervent  prayer  the  best.    Mat.  vi.  7,  8. 

1  ~W    ORD  in  thy  courts  we  now  appear, 
JLi  And  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
Before  our  lips  begin  to  move, 

Our  wants  to  thee  are  known. 

2  Thou  knowest  the  language  of  the  heart, 

The  meaning  of  a  sigh ; 
Dear  father,  hear  our  humble  pray'r, 
And  bring  thy  blessings  nigh. 

3  Few  be  our  words,  and  short  our  pray'rs, 

While  we  together  meet  ; 
Short  duties  keep  th'  attention  up 
And  make  devotion  sweet. 


HYMN  11.  C.  M. 

Devout  petitions. 

1  "WJERE  in  the  presence  of  our  God, 
JLm.  We've  met  to  seek  his  face  : 

O  let  us  feel  th'  eternal  word, 
And  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

2  O  may  this  be  a  happy  hour 

To  ev-ry  mourning  soul; 
11 


12  SOCIAL   PRAYER. 

Display  thy  love,  make  known  thy  pow'r, 
And  make  the  wounded'  whole. 

3  O  may  a  spark  of  heavnly  fire 

Each  stupid  soul  inflame ; 
And'  sacred  love  our  hearts  inspisg, 
To  praise  thy  worthy  name. 

4  Let  ey'ry  soul  the  Saviour  see, 

And  taste  his  heavenly  love  : 
Ami  ev'ry  heart  forever  be 
In  praise  to  thee  above. 

5  And  when  our  mortal  days  are  o'er, 

And  we  shall  hence  remove, 

Help  iis  to  thy  right  hand  to  soar, 

3%ine  endless  love  to  prove. 


HYM*T12?L.  M. 

1  fkl^CE  more  a  pleasant  interview 

•   H^'The  Lord  ddth  grant  us,  to  renew 
Our  social  friendship,  kind  and  dear; 
Our  hearts  to  warm,  our  soiils  to  chee:, 

2  While  we  were  absent  far  abroad, 
J^e1  saw  the  kindness  of  our 'GOd ; 
Therefore  his  love  let  us  ad0re\ 
Thai  we  are  here  ahve  once  more. 

3  How  many  souls  have  launch'd  away 
To  everlasting  night  or  day  ;' 

In  sickness  many  more  remain, 
Whilst  we  our  life  and  health  retain. 

4  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
And  thank  him  for  his  favors  past; 
Down  on  your  knees  devoutly  all, 
Before  the  Lord,  our  maker,  fall 

;  12 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  13-14 

HYMN  13.  C.  M—Watts. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

COME  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove. 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
Look  how  we  grovel  here  beldw, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toysj 
Our  souls  how  heavily  they  go, 

To  reach  eternal  joys  I 
In  vain. we  tune. our  formal  songs. 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ;; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues 

And  our  devotion  dies. 
Dear  Lord  !  arid  shall  we  ever  live 
,  At  this  poor  dying  rate       ,. 
Our  love  so  fiatint,  so  cold  to  thee, 

And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs ;   , 
Come  shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love, 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


HTM  jf  14«  C.  M.— Medley. 

My  Odd  will  hear  me.    Mic.  vii.  7. 

TO  thee,  O-Lord,  my  heavenly  king, 
Now  wilj.  my  soul  draw  near  \ 
Thankful  of  this  sweet  truth  to  sing, 

"That  thou  my  God  wilt  hear." 
Though  I  am  poor  and  needy  too, 

And  scarce  know  what  to  say,  , 

And  though  my  words  are  faint  and  few, 

"My  God  will  hear  me  pray."  ( 
Thro'  Christ  I  come,  and  mercy  claim, 
.  Who  lives  to  intercede ; 
For  in  his  dear,  adored  name, , 
"My  God  will  hear  me  plead.'* 
13 


15-16  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

4  Hear  me  thou  wilt,  tho'  doubts  and  fears, 

My  soul  should  much  cast  down  ; 
And  tho'  o'erwhelm'd  with  sighs  and  tears 
My  God  will  hear  me  groan. 

5  Then  whilst  my.  life  and  breath  remain, 

I'll  humbly  persevere ; 
And  when  to  glory  I  attain, 
*      "My  God  will  hear  me  there." 

HYMN  15.  C.  M. 

The  Lord's  Prayer  versified. 

1  J^UR  Father  who  in  heaven  art, 
^_J?  All  hallow'd  be  thy  name  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  wiH'be  done 

Throughout  this  earthly  frame. 

2  As  cheerfully  as  'tis  with  those 

Whp  dwell  with  thee  on  high, 
So  let  thy  bounty  day  by  day, 
Our  daily  wants  supply. 

3  As  we  forgive  our  enemies, 

Thy  pardon,  Lord,  we  crave ; 
Into  temptation  lead  us  not, 
But  us  from  evil  save. 

4  For  kingdom,  pow-r  and  glory  all, 

Belong,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 
Thine  from  eternity  they  were, 
And  thine  shall  ever  be. 

HYMN  16.  S.  M. 

1  "BT6EHOLD  the  throne  of  grace ! 
Jt3  The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  pray'r. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood,  , 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God? 
An  all  prevailing  plea. . 
14 


SOCIAL    PRAYER,  20-21 


3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secur'd  by  thee  ; 
Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 

'Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place ; 
'Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 


HYMI  20.  L.-'M— S.  Stennett. 

Presence  of  Christ  with  his  worshippers. 

Matt,  xviii.  20. 

1  "^nKTHERE  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord 

WW     Obedient  to  their  sov'reign  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  pray'r  and  praise  ; 

2  "There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "will  I  be 
Amid  that  little  company  ; 

To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glory  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word, 

O!  send  thy. spirit  from  above, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  love. 


HYMN  21.  &  M._ Watts. 

1  ^lOME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
%_J  And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  mighty  God, 

The  universal  king. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown, 

And  gave  the  seas  their  bound, 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his'throne, 

Come  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  work  and  not  our  own, 
He  frrm'd  us  by  his  word. 

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22-23  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come  like  the  children  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  graciou's  God. 

HYMI  22.  C.  M. 

.1      A  S  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old, 
,/isL  So  will  my  soul  do  now  ; 
Wrestle,  and  on  my  Jesus  hold, 
"JVor  will  I  let.  him  go" 

2  I  come  encouraged  by  thy  word, 

That  mercy  thou  wilt  show  ; 
Except  thou  bless  me,  blessed  Lord, 
"■Twill  not  let  thse  go?," 

3  I  come  to  ask  forgiveness  free, 

Tho'  T  have  been  thy  foe  ; 
Except  thou  grant  it  Lord  to  mc, 
"Twill  not  let  thee  go" 

4  I  come  to  ask  for  all  thy  love, 

And  all  thou  can'st  bestow  ; 
Except  these  blessings  Lord  I  prove, 
"I  will  not  let  thee  go." 

HYMN  23.  C.  M. 

1  r|nEACH  us,  O  Lord,  aright  to  plead, 

ffl.    For  mercies  from  above  ; 
0;  come  and  bless  our  souls  indeed, 
With  light  and  joy  and  love. 

2  Flelp  us  on  thee  to  cast  our  care, 

And  on  thy  word  to  rest ;     ' 
That  Israel's  God  who  heareth  pray'r 
Will  grant  us  our  request. 
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SOCIAL    PRAYER^  24-25 

HYM1V  24.  C.  M.-f-W— . 

'E'RE  met,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
To  worship  and  adore — 
And  now  to  thee  we  raise  our  hearts, 
Thy  mercy  to  implore. 

2  Mer.cy  and  grace  is  what  we  want 

To  fit  us  for  the  skies  ; 
And  grace  we  need  when'er  we  brin? 
Our  humble  sacrifice. 

3  Without  it  Lord,  we  cannot  sing ; 

N.or  know  we  how  to  pray, 

Except  by  it  we're  truly  taught 

Both  how,  and  what  to  say. 

4  Then  bow  thine  ear,  and  hear  ourpray'r 

Thy  grace  on  us  bestow ; 
So  we  will  love  and  serve  thee  more 
While  pilgrims  here  below. 

HYMN  25.  L-  M.~ W-—    — 

■^Ei££-ri  us'  °  Lord' t0  sinS  an«*  Pray, 
JH_     Whilst  in  these  tenements  of  clay  : 
And  never  be  asham'd  of  thee, 
Who  bled  and  died  on  Calvary. 
2  And  when  to.glory  we  attain. 
We'll  shout  aloud  the  Saviour's  name 
Who  bought  our  souls  with  precious  blood 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God. 


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26  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

HYMN  26.  P.  M.  n,  10,  n,  io. 

Star  of  the  East. 

1  MM  AIL  the  blest  morn  !  when  the  great  media- 
MM.  [tor, 

Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends  ! 
Shepherds  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger— 

Lo!  for  your  guide  tbe  bright  Angel  attends. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning: 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East  the  horizon  adorning 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid, 
ft  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker  and  monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 
Brightest,  ^-c. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion 

Odours  of  Eden,  and  off 'rings  divine  ; 
Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from  the 

[ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 
Brightest,  fyc. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure, 
Richer  by  far  is'the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  pray'rs  of  the  poor. 
Brightest,  $c. 

5  Low  at  his  feet,  we  in  humble  prostration 

Lose  all  our  sorrow,  and  trouble  and  strife^. 
There  we  receive  his  divine  consolation 
Flowing  afresh  from  the  fountain  of  Life. 
Brightest,  S(C. 

6  He  is  our  friend  in  the  midst  of  temptation, 

Faithful  supporter  whose  love  cannot  fail, 
Rock  of  out  refuge  and  Hope  of  Salvation, 
Guide  to  direct  us  thro'  death's  gloomy  vale 
Brightest,  8(C. 

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SOCIAL    PRAYER.  27-28 

HYMN  27.  £.  M.— Medley. 

Birth  of  Christ. 

1  m^ORTALS  awake,  with  angels  join, 
XvJa  And  chant  the  solemn  lay; 

Joy,  love  and  gratitude  combine, 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 
The  thempi  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold. 

4  Down,  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impet'ous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  Angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 

To  bear  the  news  to  man.' 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song ; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  thro'out 
Th'  hannori'ous  heav'nly  throng. 


'    HYMN  28.  C.  M.-Steele. 

Praise  to  tUe  Redeemer.    1  Peter  iii,  18. 

1  PlinO  our  redeemer's  glotious  name 

JL     Awake  the  sacred  song ! 
O  may  his  love  immortal  flame  : 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue* 

2  His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  ? 

What  mortal  tongue  display? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 
"  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 
Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  I 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 
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29  SOCIAL   PRAYER. 

4  He  took  the  dying  sinner's  place, 
And  suffer'd  in  his  stead  ; 
For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace  !) 
For  man  the  Saviour  bled ! 
6  Dear  Lord  what  heav'nly  wonders  dwell 
In  thy  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 
6  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 
Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue  ; 
'Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

H^OT  29.  P-   M.  8,8,8,6,8,8,8,8,6. 

1  rff^HE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 

JL    He  was  condemn'd  and  led  away : 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day  : 

Look  on  Mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  lamb  of  God  they  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  'Twas  thus  the.  glonous  suff'rer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood; 
From  ev'ry  wound  a  stream  ot  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
The  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook. 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

3  Now  hung  beneath  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold  !  in  agony  he  dies  ! 

O  sinners  hear  his  mournful  cries, 
Come  see  his  tort'ring  pain. 
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SOCIAL    PRAYER.  29 

The  mourning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight : 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night. 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright, 
When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 

4  Hark  !  men  and  ahgels;  hear  the  Son  ? 
He  cries  for  help,  but  O  there's  none, 
He  treads  the  vine  press  all  alone ; 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry  : 
"Eloii  lama  sabacthani!" 
Tho'  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conq'ring  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 

With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say  come  save  the  land, 

"Come  try  yourself  to  free*" 
A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  died  ; 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side ; 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucifi'd. 
Stern  justice  then  was  satisfi'd, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me. 

6  Behold  !  he  mounts.the  throne  of  state. 
He  fills  the  meditorial  seat, 

While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  h'osannas. tell : 
Though  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  ; 
Ye  seraphs  raise  your  highest  strains  ; 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains; 

He  conquer'd  death  and  hell. 
1  Tis  done  !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made  ; 
Sinners  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood: 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above,  ■  r 

That  you  the  length,  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  heighth  and  depth  of  perfect  love. 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 
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I 

30-31  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Who  reigns  enlhron'd  above  the  sky  ; 
Who  sent  his  son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  giv'n  ; 
While  heav'n  above  his  praise  resounds; 
O  Zion  sing— his  grace  abounds, 
In  hopes  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 
In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds. 
When  swallow'd  up  in  heav'n. 

HYMI  30.  L  .  M— Steele. 

Christ's  sufferings  and  death. 

1  OITRETCH'D  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies ; 
?3  Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ; 

See  from  his  hands,  his  feet  and  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 

2  But  life  attends  the  deatnful  sound. 
And  flows  from  ev'ry  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  stream  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes ! 

3  Can  I  survey  the  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow 
And  yet  my  heart  unmbyed  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain. 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart. 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ; 
'Till  all  its  pow'rs  and  passions  move 
In  melting' grief  and  ardent  love. 

HYMN  31.  C.  M.-— Stenjtett. 

■I  see 


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The  incarnate  Soil  of  God 
Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 
2  Behold  the  purple  torrents  run 
Down  from  his  hands  and  head ! 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun  ; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
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SOCIAL  PRATER.  32-33 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ; 
And  with  th'  amaz'd  centurian,  cry 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God  i" 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice, 

May  weU.  my  hope  revive  ; 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  &nd  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 


HYMN  32*  C.  M. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
M3  Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  hiin  inclin'd 

To  bleed  and  die  for  thee. 

2  Hark !  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"Receive  my  soul !"  he  cries  : 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  gloiy  shine: 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
"Was  ever  love  like  thine  ? 

* ,   -^ 

HYMN"  33.  P-  M.  8,  7,  4.— T 

Redemption  finished.    John  xlx.  30 
1  TJAEK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
3L%L  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary; 
See  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky ! 
'It  is  finished!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 
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34  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

2  It  is  finish'd  !— O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford. 
Heav'niy  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord : 
It  is  finish'd ! 
Saints  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd— all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law; 
Finish'd — all  that  God  has  promis'd, 
s     Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe, 
It  is  finish'd —  '        ■     > 

Saints  from  hence  your  comforts  draw 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew  ye  seraphs, — 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heay'n, , 

Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name : 
Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb ! 

HYMN  34.     J&*x 

i  "]%J"OW  begin  the  heav'niy  theme, 
Jl^I    Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face. 
As  to  Canaan  on  you  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  yourguilty  fears. 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  removed, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye  alas  !  who  lortg  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin  ! 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppress'd— 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest, 

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SOCIAL    PRAYER.  35 


Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing — but  redeeming  love. 
6  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string  ; 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above — 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


HYMI  35.  P-   M,  6,  6,  7,  7,  7,  9. 

1  oAW  you  my  Saviour, 

>cl  Saw  you  my  Savipur,     .. 
Saw  you  my  Saviour  and  God? 

O  !  he  died  on  Calvary, 

To  atone  for  you  and.  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  btood. 

2  He  was  extended, 
He  was  extended, .  ■ 

Shamefully  nail'd  to  the  cross, 
•O  !  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
Thus  my  Lord- was  crucified 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 
Jesus  hung  bleeding, 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain  ; 

O!  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 

When  his  majesty  divine, 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed, 
Darkness  prevailed, 

Darkness  prevail'd  o'er  the  land, 

And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 

Through  creation's  vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucifi'd  the  God  man. 

Now  it  was  finished, 

Now  it  was  finished, 
And  the  atonement  was  made; 

He  was  taken  by  the  great, 

And  embalm'd  in  spices  sweet. 
And  in  a  new  sepulchre  was  laid. 
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£/6  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

'C      Hail  mighty  Saviour- 
Hail  mighty  Saviour, 
Prince  and  author  of  peace; 

0  !  he  burst  the  fronds  of  death, 
And  triumphant  through  the  earth. 

He  ascended  the  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  Now  interceding, 
Now  interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  might  live  ; 

Crying  Father  I  have  died,  . 
.    O  !  behold  my  hands  and  side, 
To  redeem  them  I  pray  thee  forgive. 

8  I  will  forgive  them, 

1  will  forgive  them, 

If  they'll  repent  and  believe  ; 

Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 

And  be  reconcil'd  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 


HIMI  36.  C.  M— Watts. 

!|TJJLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
,  ft      We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring.day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  peace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (Oh  amazing  love!) 
He  came  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak  1 

5  Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  noteS, 
His  love  can  ne'er  Be  told. 
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SOCIAL    PRAYER.  Sf-38 

HYMJV  37.  C.  M.— Steele. 

1  TTESUS!  In  thy  transporting  name, 
*9    What  blissful  glories  rise  ? 
Jesus  !  the  angel's  sweetest  theme — 

The  wonder  of  the  skies. 

2  Jesus  !  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 

For  miseries  and  woes  ? 
And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan  and  die, 
Foj;  vile  rebellious  foes  ? 

3  Victorious  love  !  can  language  tell 

The  wonder  of  thy  pow'r, 
Which  conquer'd  all  the  force  of  hell, 
In  that  tremendous  hour  ? 

4  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine  ? 
O  take  my  heart— this  sinful  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine. 


HYMN  38.  M.  8s .— Chappel, 

Salvation.    Acts  iv.  12. 

1  Cj^ALVATION,  how  precious  the  sound, 
k5  To  sinners  who  see  themselves  lost ; 
To  Jesus  their  praises  redound, 

In  Jesus  they  triumph  and  boast. 

2  Salvation  is  finish'd  and  done, 
Salvation  is  sov'reign  and  free, 
Salvation  by  God's  equal  Son, 
My  joy  and  rejoicing  shall  be. 

3  Salvation  is  only  of  God, 

To  him  all  the  praises  are  due  ; 

Ye  saints  spread  his  honours  abroad, 

Who  finish'd  salvation  for  you. 

4  Soon  we  shall  behold  him  above, 
Forever  to  sound  his  dear  name  : 
To  sing  the  sweet  song  of  his  love, 
Salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb! 

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39-40  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

HYMN  39.  C.  M— Watts 


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ALVATION  !■  O  the  joyful  sound ! 
Tis  pleasure  to  guv  ears  ! 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 


•       CHORUS. 
Glory,  honour,  praise  and  power, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever  ; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer  ! 
Hallelujah  /  praise  the  Lord  ! 

2  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  al!  the  armies  of  the  sky, 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
Glory,  8?c. 

3  Salvation!  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb! 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  ; 
"Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 
Glory,  8{C. 


WYWN  40.  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  tf^lOME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
*t_y  With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 
*■  To  be  exalted  thus  ! 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us  ! 
2  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honour  and  pow'r  divine  : 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 
4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 
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SOCIAL    PRAYER.  41 

HYMN  41.  C.  M._ Watts. 

'  The  spiritual  coronation.    Cant.  iii.  2. 
Angels.. 

1  ALL  hail  the  pow'rof  Jesus'name ! 
.    X^.  Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Martyrs. 

2  Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Converted  Jews. 
Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  small ; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Believing  Gentiles. 
I  Ye  Gentile  sinners  ne'er  forget 
The  worm-wood  and  the  gall ; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Sinners  of  every  Nation. 
Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Ourselves. 
i  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall  : 
And  join  the  everlasting  song, 
To  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
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42-43  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

HYMJf  42.  C.  M.— Watts, 

OME  happy  souls  approach  youi;  God, 
With  new  melodious  songs  ; 
Come  tender  to  Almighty  grace, 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Fnther  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  aJJ  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne,  - 

When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners  you  may  heal  your  wounds. 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See  dearest  Lord,  qu.e  willing  souls 

Accent  thine  cufer'd  grace  ; 
We  bjess  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 


HYMN  43.  C.  M. 

1  TESUS  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 
J    Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 

In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  Spirit  one. 

2  Saviour  I  thank  thee  for  thy  grace, 

The  gift  unspeakable ; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t' embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire, 

The  perfect  bliss  to  prove  ; 
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SOCIAL   PRAYER.  44 


My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire, 
To  bedissolv'd  in  love./ 

4  Give  me  thyself,  from  ev'ry  boast, 

From  every  sin  set  free  ; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost, 

But  give  thyself  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts  alas !  cannot  suffice, 

Unless  thyself  be  giv'n  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise, 
•    And  where  thou  art  is  heav'n. 

6  Come,  O  my  God,  thyself  reveal  ? 

Fill  all  this  mighty  void  ; 
Thou  only  can'st  my  spirit  fill :  ■ 
Come,  O  my  God,  my  God  ?/ 


HYMN  44.  L-  M.~{B.* 

1  ^iOME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 
K^J  With  light  and  comfort  from  above, 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  ev'ry  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare, 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give  ; 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

J  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way; 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 
I  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 

Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 

Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

Lead  us  to  God  our  final  rest, 

In  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd. 

Lead  us  to  heav'n,  the  seat  of  bliss, 

Where  pleasure  in'  peifection  is. 

33  C 


45—46  SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

HYB  45.  S.  M.— Wat* s. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

1  ^iOME  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
%^J  And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  this  place; 
Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  kn#w  our  God, 
But  servants  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

6  Then  let  our  songs  abound 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


HYMN  46.  L.  M.  —Montgomery. 

1  TTESUS !  our  best  beloved  Friend, 
*JP    On  thy  redeeming  name  we  call ; 
Jesus  in  love  to  us  descend,  , 
Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all. 

2  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 
To  fear  and  folio*  thy  commands; 

O  take  our  hearts— our  hearts  are  thine, 
Accept  tlie  service  of  our  hands. 
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SOCIAL   PRAYER.  47-48 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Our  Master's  voice  we  will  obey, 
Toil  in  thy  vineyard  here,  and  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  our  day. 

4  Yet  Lord,  for  us  a  resting  place, 

In  heaven — a*t  thy  right  hand  prepare, 
And,  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 


HYMN  47.  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  "]%/IY  God,  my  portion  and  my  love, 
ATM.  My  everlasting  all ; 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art 

Nor  pleasure's  flow'ry  road, 
Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  O  then  from  all  that's  base  and  vain, 

.  And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
Arise  my  soul  and  strive  to  gain 
Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 

5  And  then  when  I  to  heav'n  ascend, 

And  join  my  blest  abode, 

There  an  eternity  I'll  spend, 

In  fellowship  with  God. 


HYMN  48.  P.   M.  8,  8,  6,  8,  8,  6, 

1  ^piOME  on  my  partners  in  distress, 
%^J  My  comrades  through  this  wilderness,    . 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  that  celestial  hill. 
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49  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place 

The  saints  secure  abode , 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure, 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross  shall  wear  the  crown. 

HYMIC  49.  C.  M.— Fawcett 

1  'WT&ELIGION  is.ihe  chief  concern 
MM*    Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  all  its  great  importance  learn, 

Its  sov'reign  virtue  know! 

2  More  needful  this,  than  glitt'ring  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 
Nor  reputation,  food  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb; 

4  O  may  my  heart  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne. 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love,- 

Be  join'd  withGodly  fear; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 
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SOCIAL  PRAYER.  50-51 

HYMN  50.  M.  7  s.— Massers. 

True  Religion.    James  i.  27. 

1  trW^IS  religion  that  can  give 

JL    Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live ; 

"Pis  religion  must  supply 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
■  After  death  its  joys  will  be 

Lasting  as  eternity  j 

If  the  Saviour  is  my  friend, 

Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 


HYMN  51.  C.  M. 

'k  MnRY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 
JL    Of  ev'ry  sinful  heart ; 
What'er  of  sin  in  us  be  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart ! 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray 

Leave  us  not  comfortless : 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  head, 

Let  us  in. all  things  grow; 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 

6  Then  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  thy  ready  bride 
Give  us  in  heav'n  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  sanctified. 
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52 — 53  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

HYMN  52.  C.  M.— Wright. 

**  Best  things.    1  Cor.  xii.  31. 

1  fTH^HE  best  of  wisdom  is  to  know 

1     The  Father  in  the  Son  ; 
The  best  of  power  is  to  bow 
To  what  the  Lord  has  done. 

2  The  best  of  prayer  is  to  pray 

That  we  may  still  believe  ; 
The  best  of  patience,  is  to  stay 
Till  we  a  crown  receive. 

3  The  best  of  watching,  is  to  watch 

Against  the  world  and  sin  ; 
The  best  of  preaching,  is  to  preach 
Jesus,  and  nought  but  him. 

4  The  best  of  striving,  is  to  strive 

Who  shall  in  grace  excel  ; 
The  best  of  thriving,  Is  to  thrive 
By  that  which  feedeth  well. 

5  Then  let  my  soul  enjoy  the  best, 

For  that  is  best  for  me ; 
And  let  me  find  no  lasting  rest, 
But  when  I  rest  in  thee,  j 

r  HYMN  -53.  C.  M. 

1  d~\  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
%J0  A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 

A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  pa^t, 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 
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SOCIAL    PRAYER.  54 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect  and  right,  and  pure  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine! 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above  ! 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love!  j 

HYMjV  54.  C.  M.-Steels. 

1  ^lOME  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
%^J  And  joy  to  make  it  known  ; 

The  sov'reign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  Lord,  your  master  crown'd, 

With  glories  all  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  vvond'ring  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  pow'r  and  boundless  grace 

In  him  unite  their  rays  ; 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise  1 

4  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  king, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise  : 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

6  O  happy  period  !  glorious  day  I 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  pow'rs  th'enraptur'd  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 
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55  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

HYMN  55.  ?■  M.  7,6,  WA 

TTEND  us  now,  Jehovah  ! 
A^.  Attend  us  now,  Jehovah! 
Attend  us  now,  Jehovah ! 

In  our  prayer  meeting; 
And  may  we  feel  thy  power 
In  this  propitious  hour; 
And  may  we  feel  thy  power 

In  this  prayer  meeting. 

2  Attend  us  now,  dear  Jesus  1  *  * 

In  our  prayer  meeting  , 
And  may  we  find  thy  favour, 
Thou  ever  blessed  Saviour- 
And  may  we  find  thy  favour,  In  this,  *e. 

3  Attend  us  now,  blest  Spirit  1    :J|:    $ 

In  our  prayer  meeting  ; 
Convict  and  renovate  us  ; 
Anew  in  Christ  create  us- 
Convict  and  renovate  us,    In  this  fr. 

4  Attend  us  now,  old  people,    :||:    $ 

5  Attend  us  now,  young  people,    :|    -II- 

In  our  prayer  meeting- 
Give  up  your  hearts  to  Jesus, 
Who'll  from  pollution  free  us-x 
Sive  up' -your  bear*  to  Jesus,    In  this,  *. 

6  o  sinners  now  attend  us,    ,f:    -U- 

In  our  prayer  meeting- 
Believe,  repent,  this  moment, 
Fly  to  the  great  atonement- 
Believe,  repent,  this  moment.    In  thts,  *e. 
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SOCIAL   PRAYER.  56-5' 

HYMN  56.  M.  7  s. 

1  ^"^OME.  and  taste  along  with  me, 
^^  Consolation  running  free, 

^  From  my  father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  comb. 

2  Why  should  Christians  feast  alone? 
All  are  better  far  than  some  ; 
Th'  more  come  in  with  free  good  will, 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more  ; 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Heaven's  here  and  heaven's  there, 
Goodness  flowing  every  where, 
This  I  boldly  can  attest, 
That  my  soul  has  got  a  taste. 


HYMN  57.  M.  7  s.—Cennick. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  king, 
\*J  As  we  journey  let  us  sing 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise ; 
Glprious  in  his  works  and  ways  1 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed  be  glad,  *. 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made ; 

Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes, 

4  Fear  not  brethren,  joyful  stand, 
On  the  borders  of  our  land, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord  !  obediently  we'll  go 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee! 

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58-59  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

HYMN  58.  C.  M. 

1  TT?|OUNT AIN  of  life,  to  all  below, 
JD     Let  thy  salvation  roll ; 
Water,  replenish  and  o'erflow 

Ev'ry  believing  soul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord, 

Us  weary  sinners  take  ; 
Jesus  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
For  thine  own  mercy  sake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide, 

And  we  shall  flow  to  thee, 
While  down  the  stream  of  time  we  glide, 
To  our  eternity. 

4  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 

Of  joy  the  swelling  flood  ; 
Wafted  by  thee  with  willing  heart, 
We  swift  return  to  God. 

5  We  soon  shall  reach  the  boundless  sea — 

Into  thy  fulness  fall; 
Be  lost  and  swallow'd  up  in  thee, 
Our  God,  our  all  in  all. 

HYMN  59.  CM.— Newton. 

1  jf\  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
%Jr  For  here  we  trust  thou  art ! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  fire. 

To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Show  us  some  tokens  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hopes  to  raise; 
And  pour  thy'blessings  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 
'     42"" 


SOCIAL    PRAYER.  60-62 


4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 
The  humble  mind  bestow; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 


HYMf  60.  L  M.— Ellicott. 

1  ri^HOU,  who  for  sinners  once  was  slain, 

JL  Once  dead,  but  now  alive  again, 
Give  me  to  know,  to  taste  and  prove, 
The  pow'r  and  sweetness  of  thy  love. 

2  .Give  me  to  feej  my  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
And  know  mvself  an  heir  to  heav'n  ; 
My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
And  fill  me  with  the  love  of  God. 

HYM  61.  L-  M— Watts, 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there, 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 
9  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ; 
N&ture  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 
I  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure  ! 


HYMN  62.  C.  M. 

The  road  to  Hell  and  Heaven  described. 

Matt,  vii,  13,  If 

WIDE  is  the  gate,  and  broad  the  way. 
Which  leads  to  endless  woe  ! 
My  soul,  behold  what  multitudes 
Down  to  perdition  go  ! 
43     ■ 


63  SOCIAL   PRAYER. 

2  But  yonder  see,that  narrow  path, 

Which  leads  to  endless  bliss- 
There  sen  a  happy,  chosen  few, 
Redeem'd  by  sov'reign  grace. 

3  They  from  destruction's  city  came, 

To  Zion  upward  tend  : 
The  Bible  is  their  precious  map, 
And  God  himself  their  friend. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  I  would  a  pilgrim  be, 

Guide  thou  my  feet  aright ; 
"I  would  not  for  ten  thousand  worlds. 
Be  banish'd  from  thy  sight. 

5  'Tis  heav'n  to  see  thy  blissful  face— 

I  long  to  dwell  above, 
To  feast  on  thy  unbounding  stores, 
And  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  63.  L.M.-WAV 

The  beatitudes.    Matt.  v.  2—12. 

1  TTftLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Jt5  Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart— 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  our  woes. 

3  Blest  are, the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war — 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace. 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness ! 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

44 


SOCIAL   PRAYER*  64 

Blest  are  the  men  whoso  bowels  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love — 
From  Christ,  the  Lord,  they  shall  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  sin — 

With  endless  pleasures  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife— 
They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 
3  Blest  are  the  suff'rers  who  partake— 
Of  pain  and  shanle  for  Jesus*  sake — 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


HYMN  64.  C.  M.— Watts. 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  saints  from  Earth  to  Heaven, 

LORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 

Nor  streams  of  living  joy  1 
But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poisons  grow; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 

With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 
Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode, 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  ; 
Lord  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 

And  run  at  thy  command. 
By  glimmering  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
Through  dismal  deeps  and  Satan's  snares, 

We  make  our  way  to  God. 
Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

Bht  we  march  upwards  still ; 
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65  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

Forget  the  troubles  of  the  ways, 

And  aim  for  Zions  hill. 
6  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 
I       Inviting  us  to  come  ; 
i    There  Jesus,  the  forerunner  waits, 

To  welcome  travellers  home. 


HYMN  65.  P.  M.  8's  8c  f  s. 

1  "IHKTANDERING  pilgrims,  mourning  Christiana, 

^  ▼     Weak  and  tempted  Lambs  of  Christ, 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd, 
Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you 

To  a  rich  and  costly  feast  ; 
Let  not  shame  or  pride  prevent  you, 

Come,  the  rich  provisions  taste. 

2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 

And  bemoan  your  wretched  case, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  repenting, 

He  will  give  you  gospel  grace. 
If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him, 

Love  and  serve  him  all  your  days, 
Only  come  to  Christ  and  ask  him, 

He  will  guide  your  feet  always. 

3  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 

Doubting  Jesus'  pard'ning  love, 
Lay  hard  by  Bethesda  waiting, 

Till  the  troubled  waters  move; 
If.no  man  appears  to  help  you, 

All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk ; 
Jesus,  Jesus,  he  will  cleanse  you— 

Rise,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk. 

4  If  like  Peter  you  are  sinking 

In  the  sea  of  unbelief, 
Wait  with  patience,  always  praying, 

Christ  will  send  you  sweet  relief. 
He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 

AH  your  wants  shall  be  supplied ; 
Canaan,  Canaan,  lies  before  you, 

Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 
46 


SOCIAL    PRAYER.  66 

5"  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guard  you  thro'  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  a  heavenly  convoy, 

To  convey  you  to  his  home. 
There  you'll  spend  your  days  in  pleasure, 

Free  from  ev'ry  want  and  care ; 
Come,  oh  come,  my  blessed  Saviour, 

Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 


HYMN  66.  C.  M.— Cowper. 

The  mysteries  of  Providence.    John  xiii.  7. 


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His  wonders  to  perform  : 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  fre*h  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  of  this  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 
5  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 
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67-68  S0CIAL   PRAYER. 

HYMN  67.  M.  8  lines  8»a. 

1  rw^HOU  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 

JL    The  joy  and  desire  of  my  heart, 
For  closer  communion  I  pine, 

I  long  to  reside- where  thou  art. 
The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all  who  their  shepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclin'd, 

And  screen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 

2  Ah!  show  me  that  happiest  place, 

That  place  of  thy  people's  abode, 
Where  saints  in  an  ecstacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  merciful  God. 
Thy  love  for  a  sinner  declare, 

Thy  passion  and  death  on  the  tree  J 
My  spirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  suffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 

3  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 

There  only  I  covet  to  rest ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock 

Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast. 
•Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 

And  never  a  moment  depart ; 
Conceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 

Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

HYM1V  68.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,8,8,8,7-. 

1  ^"K  IP  the  lamb  had  not  been  slain, 
%Jy  To  save  us  from  perdition, 
And  everlasting  life  to  gain, 

What  had  been  our  co  ndition  ? 
But  since  poor  sinners  favor'd  are, 
To  have  a  friend  so  very  dear1, 

We  cannot  but  be  happy. 

2  As  pardon'd  sinners  we  rejoice 

With  Jesus'  congregation"; 
Above  all  other  things  we  prize 
His  bitter  death  and  passion  ; 
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OCIAL    PRAYER.  69 

His  vvounds,  his  tears,  his  bloody  sweat, 

We  bear  in  mind  and  can't  forget  ^ 

His  unexampled  mercy. 
O  brethren  !  let  us  raise  our  hearts, 
/   To  praise  the  king  of  glory  ; 
And  let  us  all  with  one  accord, 

Sing  glory,  glory,  glory. 
Ye  angels  join  with  saints  to  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 

With  glory  Hallelujah. 


HYMN  69.  P.  M.  7  s  6c  6  s. 

OH,  when  shall  1  see  Jesus,      — 
And  dwell  with  him  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 
But  now  I  am  a  soldier,,,,. 

My  captain's  g0tie"6efore, 
He's  glteCi  TtKf  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear. 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he  11  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have.- .„. 
3  Thro'  grace,  I  am  determined* 

To  conquer,  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

1  bid  them  all  adieu  ; 
And  you  my  friends  prove  faithful . 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 
i  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care   on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 

49  D 


70  SOCIAL    PRAYER. 

Gird  on  your  heavenly  armor, 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  arToTove, 
And  when  your  race  is  ended 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 
5  O  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend. 
An-d  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend, 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  yoti  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 


HYMN  TO.  P-  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7 
Robinson 

Christ  our  Guide.     Ps.  xlvii.  14. 

1  g^i  UIDE  us,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
%.-&  Pilgrims  through  this  barren  land; 
We  are  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  us  with  thy  pow'rful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  us  till  we  want  no  more. 

2  Open.  Lord,  thy  chrystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow. 
Let  thy  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  us  all  our  journey  through. 

Strong  deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  our  strength  and  shield* 

3  When  we  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  our  anxious  fears  subside  ; 

Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 

Land  us  safe  on  Canaan's  side, 

Songs  of  praises, 
We  will  ever  give  to  thee. 
50 


BEFORE   SERMON.  71-72 

HYMNS  BEFORE  SERMON; 

OR  THE 
READING  OF  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 


HYMN  71.  L-  M— Fawcett. 

1  rBnHY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 

JL     Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixt  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above; 
With  food  divine  may  we  he  fed, 
And  satisfiM  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sov'reign  pow'r  and  energy, 
And  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

HYMN  72.  C.M.-Hoskins. 

1  jJTN  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come, 
H    To  worship  at  thy  feet  ; 

O,  pour  thy  holy  spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice : 
Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek, 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear. 

And  understand  thy  word; 
To  keel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Here  let  thy*  pow'r  and  grace  be  felt, 
Thy  love  and  mercy  known  ; 

51 


73-74  BEFORE  SERMON. 

Our  icy  hearts,  dear  Jesus,  melt, 

And  break  this  flinty  stone. 
5  Let  sinners,  Lord  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  sjubdued  by  love, 

And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

HYMN  ¥§*  M.  7  s.— Hoskins. 

1  gTA  RACIOUS  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
%Jf  Give  us  ears  to  hear  thy  word ; 
Give  us  hearts  to  love  and  fear, 
Give  us  now  to  find  thee  near. 

2  Let  us  know  and  praise  thee  more, 
Let  us  live  on  mercy's  store, 

Let  us  sing  our  Saviour's  love, 
Till  we  join  the  saints  above. 

3  Then  we'll  praise  thee  and  adore, 
On  the  happy  blissful  shore  ; 
Praise,  with  all  the  heav'nly  host, 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  74.  €.  M. 

1  ijMOME,  O  thou  all  victorious  Lord, 
%J  Thy  pow'r  to  us  make  known, 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 

And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 

2  Speak  with  the  voice  which  wakes  the  dead, 

And  bids  the  sleeper  rise, 
And  let  each  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

3  To  them  a  sense  of  guilt  impart, 

And  then  remove  the  load, 
Quicken,  and  wash  the  troubled  heart 
In  thine  atoning  blood. 

4  Their  desp'rate  state  through  sin  declare 

And  speak  their  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
By  daily  growth  in  grace  prepare, 
Then  take  them  up  to  heav'n. 
52 


BEFORE    SERMON.  75-77 

HYMN  75.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  4, 7. 

L  ^~^OME,  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit, 
%^J  Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed; 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit, 
Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed— 
From  the  gospel 
Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 
I  O  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  thy  word's  design'd  to  give ; 
Let  us,  ail  thy  love  possessing, 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive— 
And  forever 
To  thy  praise  and  glory  live  ! 


HYMN  76.  C.  M. 

OW,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacher's  heart, 
And  teach  his  tongue  to  speak  ; 
Food  to  the  hungry  soul  impart, 
And  succour  to  the  weak. 


m 


l  Furnish  us  all  with  light  and  pow'rs, 
To  walk  in  wisdom's  ways  ; 
So  shall  the  benefit  be  ours, 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 


IHYMN  77.  P.  M.  7,  6,  7,  6,7,  7,  7,  6 

ASKINS. 
1  TJTOLY  God,  and  hast  thou  sent 
JOL  Me  here  to  preach  to-day  ? 
Oh  i  baptise  my  soul  with  fire, 
And  point  me  out  thy  way, 
While  I  draw  the  gospel  bow, 

Jesus  let  thine  arrows  fly, 
May  each  sinner  feel  this  day 
That  Christ  for  him  did  die. 
I  Lord,  we  have  assembled  here 
To  hear  what  thou  wilt  say  ; 
From  the  east  and  from  the  west, 
Yea  north  and  south  to  pray— 
53 


78  AFTER   SERMON. 

If  I'm  sent  to  preach  thy  word, 

Holy  God,  display  thy  pow'r  ; 
May  we  have  a  Pentecost, 

A  sweet  refreshing  show'r. 
3  Lord  of  Heav'n  and  earth  descend 

And  feed  thy  lambs  to-day ; 
Help  us  in  thy  name  to  preach, 

To  hear,  to  sing  and  pray. 
O,  for  streams  of  grace  and  love ! 

O,  for  floods  of  life  and  pow'r! 
Lord,  we  beg,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

A  sweet  refreshing  show'r. 


AFTER  SXEUVEOET 


HYMN  78.  C  M. 

1  "fltLT^W  Lord,  the  heav'nly  seed  is  sown;, 
i^l    Be  it  thy  servant's  care, 

Thy  heav'nly  blessings  to  bring  down, 
By  humble,  fervent  pray'r. 

2  In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 

And  water  too  in  vain  ; 
Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace, 
Send  down  thy  heav'nly  rain, 

3  Then  shall  our  cheerful  hearts  and  tonguca 

Begin  this  song  divine — 
"Thou,  Lord,  hast  giv'n  the  rich  increase, 
And  be  the  glory  thine." 
54 


AFTER   SERMON.  79-80 

HYMN  79.  P.  M.  6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8. 

TO  thee  our  wants  are  known, 
From  thee  are  all  our  powr's, 
Accept  what  is  thine  own, 

And  pardon  what  is  ours. 
Our  praises,  Lord,  and  pray'rs  receive, 
And  to  thy  word  a  blessing  give. 
On  what  has  now  been  sown, 

Thy  blessing,  Lord,  bestow  ; 
The  pow'r  is  thine  alone, 

To  make  it  spring  and  grow ; 
Do  thou  the  gracious  harvest  raise, 
And  thou  alone  shalt  have  the  praise. 


HYMN  §0.  P-  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

I  Qi  INNERS  will  you  scorn  the  message 
I   ^5  Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Ev'ry  sentence — Oh,  how  tender! 
Ev'ry  line  is  full  of  love — 

Listen  to  it, 
Ev'ry  line  is  full  of  love. 
$  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim, 
j   To  each  rebel  sinner,  "Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 
How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name ! 
Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succour, 
Fearful  hearts  they  quell  your  feara; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears : 
Tender  heralds, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears 
il  False  professors,  grov'ling  worldlings. 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 
While  the  messengers  address  you,— 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford  ; 
We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 
55 


81  FAMILY   WORSHIP 

5  Who  hath  our  report  believed, 

Who  receiv'd  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon, 

Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  1 
Can  you  slight  it, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

6  O,  ye  angels  hov'ring  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 

Tidings  bear  without  delay ; 
Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


HYMNS 

FOR 

FAMILY  WORSHIP 
MORNING  HYMNS. 


HYMN  81.  L.  M. 


1  A  WAKE,  our  souls,  and  with  the  sun 
J^L  Your  daily  course  of  duty  run; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 

To  pay  your  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Blessed  be  God,  who  safe  has  kept, 
And  has  refresh'd  us,  while  we  slept: 
Now  help  us  Lord  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  serve  thee  faithfully  to-day. 

3  O  Lord,  illume,  direct  our  way. 
In  all  we  think,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  our  pow'rs,  with  all  their  might 
In  thy  sole  glory  mav  unite. 
56 


FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  Teach  each  of  us,  thy  will  to  know, 
And  do  the  same  while  here  below, 
So  that  when  we  from  death  awake 
We  may  of  endlesss  life  partake. 


HYMN  82.  C.  M. 

1  "W  ORD  in  the  morning  I  will  send 
JLJ  My  pray'r  to  reach  thine  ear  ; 
Th<>u  art  my  father  and  my  frieud, 

My  help  forever  near. 

2  O  lead  me,  keep  me  all  this  day, 

Near  thee  in  perfect  peace  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease. 

3  I  know  my  roving  feet  will  err, 

Unless  thou  be  my  guide — 
Warn  me  of  ev'ry  foe  and  snare, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  side. 

4  So  shall  I  pass  all  dangers  safe, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  ; 
My  hope,  my  trust,  joy  and  relief, 
Shall  be  in  thee  alone. 

5  Thus  let  my  moments  smoothly  run, 

And  sing  my  hours  away, 
Till  ev'ning  shade  and  setting  sun 
Conclude  in  endless  day. 

HYMK  83.  M.  K 

1  "j^TOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 
J^S    Now  the  morning  light  is  come  ; 
Lord,  we  would  be  thine  to-day, 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Make  our  souls  at  noon-day  clear, 
Banish  ev'ry  doubt  and  fear  ; 

In  thy  vineyard,  Lord,  to-day, 
We  would  labor,  we  would  pray 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound, 
Rising  up  and  sitting  down 

57 


84-85  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Going  out  and  coming  in, 
Keep  us  safe  from  ev'ry  sin. 
4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O,  receive  us  then  at  last ! 
Night  of  sin  will  bo  no  more, 
When  we  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 


HYMN  84.  CM. 

1  "WT|THEN  we,  with  welcome  slumber  press'd 

w  W     Had  clos'd  our  weary  eyes, 
A  pow'r  unseen  secur'd  our  rest, 
And  made  us  joyful  rise. 

2  Numbers  this  night  have  doubtless  met 

Their  long  eternal  doom, 
And  lost  the  joys  of  morning  light 
In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 

3  But  life  to  us  its  light  prolongs, 

Let  wannest  thanks  arise  ; 
Great  God,  accept  our  morning  songs, 
Our  willing  sacrifice. 

HYMN  85.  S.  M..— Scott. 

1  ££ EE  how  the  morning  sun 
►3  Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 

And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  ev'ry  bright'ning  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

Its  heav'nly  parent  sing, 
And  to  its  great  original, 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  : 
I  slept,  and  1  awoke  and  found 
My  kind  preserver  near. 

4  My  life,  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 
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FAMILY   WORSHIP.  I     86-87 

HYMN  86.  C.  M.— Deacon. 

1  A  RISE,  my  soul  and  praise  the  Lord, 
JrM.  For  all  his  rich  supplies  ; 

His  goodness  has  again  restor'd 
My  dormant  faculties. 

2  Rais'd  from  the  slumbers  of  the  night, 

In  which  I  helpless  lay  : 
Lord,  I  adore  thee  for  the  light 
Of  this  returning  day. 

3  I  bless  thee  for  thy  gracious  care, 

Vouchsaf  'd  to  me  and  mine  ;  . 
O  may  we  still  thy  goodness  share, 
And  be  forever  thine. 


*£. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


HYMN  87.  S.  M. 

1  rgnHE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

.EL    The  ev'ning  shades  appear; 
Oh  may  we  all  remember  well. 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unweari'd  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 
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88-89     *         FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  my  love ! 


HYMN"  88.  L-  M. 

1  £~*i  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
HLJ3T  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light, 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  king  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thine  own  son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose  ! 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eye-lids  close  i 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

4  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  tliat  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment  day. 


HYMN  89.  C  M.— Mason. 

1  "7&TOW>  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 
.I/f    Let  warmest^thanks  arise; 
Assist  us  Lord,  to  oifer  up 

Our  ev'ning  sacrifice. 

2  This  day,  God  was  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  keeper  and  our  guide  ; 
His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown. 
His  mercies  multiplied. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 

Have  made  up  all  this  day  ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 
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FAMILY  WORSHIP.  90-91 

4  New  time,  new  favours,  and  new  joys, 
Do  a  new  song  require  : 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearts  desire. 


HYMN  90.  C.  M.— S.  Deacon. 

1  ¥N  Jesus'  name  we  come  to  thee, 
A  Thou  God  of  holiness  ! 

For  Jesus'  sake,  Vook  down,  and  see 
Us  at  thy  throne  of  grace. 

2  We  thank  thee,  Lord,  for  ev'ry  good 

Conferr'd  on  us  and  ours  : 
For  house,  apparel,  health  and  food 
For  all  thy  bounty  pours. 

3  Oh !  take  us  in  thy  arms,  and  keep 

Us  through  the  silent  night: 
Give  us  refreshment    in  our  sleep, 
And  fit  us  for  the  light. 


HYMN  91.  C.  M—S.  Deacon 

1  g~\  LORD  another  day  is  flown, 

%P  And  we,  a  lonely  band 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fost'ring  hand. 

2  Preserv'd  by  thee,  another  day, 

Another  song  we  raise  ; 
For  Jesus'  sake,  accept,  we  pray, 
Our  gratitude  and  praise. 

3  Now  take  us  underneath  thy  wing— 

Our  God  our  guardian  be  ; 
That  in  the  morning  we  may  sing 
Another  Hymn  to  thee. 
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92-93  FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

HOT  92.  C.  M. 

Saturday  night. 

1  "|TJ5>EGONE,  my  wordly  cares  away 
Mj&  Nor  dare  to  tempt  my  sight; 
Let  me  begin  the  ensuing  day, 

Before  fend  this  night. 

2  Yes  let  the  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 

Employ  my  heart  and  tongue  ; 
Begin,  my  heart !  thy  sabbath  days 
Can  never  be  too  long. 

3  Let  the  past  mercies  of  the  week 

Excite  a  grateful  frame  ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  refuse  to  speak 
Some  good  of  Jesus'  name. 

4  On  wings  of  expectation  borne, 

My  hopes  to  heaven  ascend, 

I  long  to  welcome  in  the  morn, 

With  thee  the  day  to  spend. 


SABBATH. 


HYMN  93.  U  M. 

Sabbath  morning: 

1  ^lOME  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 
\j  Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away 
Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 

With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine, 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

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FAMILY   WORSHIP  94-95 

3  O  may  our  pray'rs  and  praises  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 

And  draw  from  heav'n  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  hut  he  who  feels  it  knows. 

4  Then  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  the  ransnm'd  we  shall  spend 
A  sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 


HYMN  94.  S.  M— Watts. 

1  ^RTELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

▼  v      That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  today, 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this ; 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


HYMN  95.  C.  M..— Brow. 

Sabbath  evening. 

1  -W^REQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns 
_BC     To  shed  its  quick'ning  beams, 
And  yet  how  slow,  devotion  burns, 

How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above. 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 
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96  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  Sabbath's  never  end. 

4  There  we  shall  breathe  in  heav'nly  air, 

With  heav'nly  lustre  shine ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 


HYMNS 

FOR   THE   USE   OF 

THE  MONTHLY  CONCERT 

AND    FOR 
MISSIONARY  PRAYER  MEETINGS. 


HYMN  96.  S.  M. 

1  {*%  GOD  of  sov'reign  grace, 
U  We  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 

The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  thro'  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

The  knowledge  of  thy  ways ; 
And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise ! 
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MONTHLY    CONCERT.  97-98 

HYMN  97.  L  M. 

1  PTHHY  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 

Jl     And  wait  the  smiling  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy  seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 
Thy  sovereign   mercy  to  entreat ; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
That  his  dominion  shall  extend, 
Till  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  ev'ry  knee  before  him  bend? 

4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favor  Zion  come  ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  call  poor  careless  sinners  home. 


HYMN  98.L-M. 

1  JTNDULGENT  God  to  thee  we  pray 
JL  Be  with  us  on  this  solemn  day ; 
Hmile  on  our  souls,  our  plans  approve, 
By  which  we  seek  to  spread  thy  love. 

2  Let  party  prejudice  be  gone, 
And  love  unite  our  hearts  in  one  ; 
Let  all  we  have  and  are  combine, 
To  aid  this  glorious  work  of  thine. 

3  We  long  to  have  the  day  appear, 
The  promis'd  great  sabbatic  year; 
When,  far  from  grief,  and  sin  and  heR, 
Israel  in  ceaseless  peace  shall  dwell. 
Till  then,  we  shall  not  let  thee  rest, 
Thou  still  shalt  hear  our  strong  requesi} 
And  this  our  daily  prayer  shall  be, 
Lord,  sound  the  trump  of  Jubrfee. 

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99-101  FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

HYMN  99.  U  M.— Beddome, 

1  A  SCEND  thy  throne,  Almighty  king, 
_r^_  And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  thy  own  arm  salvation  bring, 

And  be  thou  known,  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 
Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  Oh,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord, 

Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, 
Be  thou  thro'  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd. 


HYM  100.  C.  M. 

HUS  saith  the  Lord,  'My  son  shall  reign' 
To  earth's  remotest  bound: 
I  will  his  holy  throne  maintain, 
And  all  his  foes  confound. 


'T 


2  Arise,  O  God,  thy  strength  display; 

Stretch  forth  thy  conquering  swofd  ; 
O'er  evry  land  thy  sceptre  sway, 
And  shed  thy  grace  abroad. 

3  Soon  may  the  Gentile  and  the  Jew 

With  one  consent  submit ; 
And  men  of  every  name  and  hue, 
Bow  at  ImmanuePs  feet. 
4'  Send  forth  thy  Spirit  with  thy  word1, 
To  every  tribe  and  tongue  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  praise  the  Lord, 
In  one  delightful  song. 

HYMN  101.  L.   M.— Doddridge. 

I  -f-NDULGENT  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
m    And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear? 
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MONTHLY   CONCERT.  102 

3  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest, 
Till  Zion's  mouldering  walls  thou  raise  , 
Till  thy  own  power  shall  stand  confess'd, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise  ? 

3  For  this  a  lowly  suppliant  crowd,  ' 
Here  in  thy  sacred  temple  wait: 
For  this  we  lift  our  voices  loud, 
And  call,  and  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

4  Look  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  view  the  desolation  round  ; 

See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 

5  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 
And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 
Let  all  the  Isles  their  saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 


HYMN  102.  C.  M._ Gibbons. 

Prayer  for  the  success  of  Missions.    Ps.  lxxii.  7,  8. 

1  IT    ORD.  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 
M^  Arm'd  with  thy  Spirit's  power; 
Ten  thousand  shall  confess  its  sway, 

And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 

The  barren  wastes  shall  rise, 
With  sudden  greens,  and  fruits  array'd 
A  blooming  Paradise. 

3  True  holiness  shall  strike  its  root, 

In  each  regen'rate  heart ; 
Shall  in  a  growth  divine  arise, 
And  heavenly  fruits  impart. 

4  Peace  with  her  olives  crown'd  shall  stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
I    No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 
Nor  murd'rous  cannon  roar. 

5  Lord  for  those  days  we  wait — those  days 

Are  in  thy  word  foretold ; 
Fly  swifter,  sun,  and  stars,  and  bring 
This  promis'd  age  of  gold. 
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103-4  MONTHLY  CONCERf 

6  Amen — with  joy  divine,  let  earth's 
Unnumber'd  myriads  cry ; 
Amen— with  joy  divine,  let  heav'na 
Unnumber'd  choirs  reply. 


HYMK  103.  P  M.  8,7&U,7 

1  ^k'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
%_W  Look  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze, 
All  the  promises  do  travail 

With  a  glorious  day  of  grace  ; 
Blessed  jub'lee, 
Let  the  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light, 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night, 
And  redemption 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad  thou  mighty  gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease, 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 

Multiply  and  still  increase ; 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

HYMN  104.  C.  M.  — Hippos 

1  g^i  RE  AT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth, 
%JT  Are  by  creation  thine: 

And  in  thy  works  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind  ; 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasur'd  in  thy  mind. 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spreadr 

The  spacious  earth  around ; 
Till  ev'ry  tribe,  and  ev'ry  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound'? 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT.  105 

&  © !  when  shall  Jlfric's  sable  sons     \ 
Enjoy  the  heav'nly  word, 
And  vassals  long  enslav'd  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord  ? 

5  When  shall  th'  untutor'd  Heathen  tribes 

A  dark  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  ImmanueVs  feet, 
And  learn  to  see  his  grace  ? 

6  Haste  sov'rejgn  mercy,  and  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love  : 

Soften  the  Tiger  to  a  lamb, 

The  Vulture  to  a  dove. 

7  Smile,  Lord,  on  ev'ry  effort  made 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays  ; 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  thrones 
The  temples  of  thy  praise  i 


HYMN  105.  L.  M. 

Isa.  li.  9. 

1  A  RM  of  the  Lord  awake,  awake! 

/%   Put  on  thy  strength— the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumph  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  thy  throne, 
"I  am  Jehovah— God  alone  J" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt: 
But  to  each  conscience  be  appli'd 
The  blood  that  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim 
In  ev'ry  land,  of  ev'ry  name  : 

Let  adverse  pow'rs  before  thee  full, 
And  crown  the  Saviour— Lord  of  all. 
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106-8         .   MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

HYMi\  106.  P.  M. 

1  "WSTHO  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit, 

▼  ▼     Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ? 
Men  may  preach,  but  till  thou  favor, 
Heathens  still  will  be  the  same  : 
Mighty  Spirit! 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promis'd  by  the  prophets, 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  ; 
Gome  and  bless  bewilder'd  nations, 

Change  our  pray'rs  and  tears  to  praise; 
Promis'd  Spirit ! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3  All  our  hopes,  and  pray'rs  and  labors, 

Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid: 
But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us, 

All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said  : 
Faithful  Spirit ! 
O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed. 

HYMN"  107.  £■  M.— Needham 

1  fTT^O  distant  lands  thy  gospel  send, 

JL    And  thus  thy  empire  wide  extend, 
To  Gentile,  Turk  and  stubborn  Jew, 
Thou  King  of  grace]  salvation  show. 

2  Where'er  thy  sun  or  light  arise, 
Thy  name,  6  God  !  immortalize  ; 
May  nations  yet  unborn  confess, 

Thy  wisdom,  power  and  righteousness. 

HYMN  108.  L-  M. 

1  ^OV'REIGN  of  worlds  display  thy  pow'r, 
J^  Be  this  thy  Zion's  favor'd  hour  ; 

Bid  the    bright    morning  star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore  or  Indian's  plains, 

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MONTHLY  CONCERT.  109-10 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown, 
And  be  the  universe  thine  own. 
3  Speak  *  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice- 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 
And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 


F 


HYMN"  109.  C.  M.— Gibbons. 

ChurcKs  increase  promised.    Psalm  ii.  8. 
ATHER,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd        ' 


To  thine  exalted  Son, 
That  thro'  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run  ? 

2  "Ask,  and  I'll  give  the  heathen  lands 

"For  thine  inheritance ; 
"And  the  wide  world's  remotest  shores, 
"Thine  empire  shall  advance." 

3  Hast  thou  not  said,  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own  ; 
While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 

4  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south. 

Then  be  his  name  ador'd — 
Europe  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord  ! 

5  Asia  and  Africa,  resound 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame  ; 
And  thou,  America,  in  songs 
Redeeming  love  proclaim ! 


HYMN  110.  L  M. 

I  -fl~BRIGHT  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
JL9  Vast  as  the  blessings  he  conveys 
Wide  as  he  shines  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  permanent  as  his  control. 

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Ill  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

2  So  Jesus  let  thy  kingdom  come, 
Let  sin  and  hell's  terrific  gloom 
Swift  as  thy  brightness,  flee  away, 
And  usher  in  the  promis'd  day. 

3  Then  shall  the  heathen  fill'd  with  awe, 
Learn  the  blest  knowledge  of  thy  law; 
And  Anti-Christ,  on  ev'ry  shore. 

Fall  from  his  throne  to  rise  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  thy  lofty  praise  resound 
On  Afric's  shore— thro'  Asia's  ground  ; 
And  Europe  with  America 

Shall  stretch  their  eager  arms  to  thee. 

5  Then  shall  the  Jew  and  Gentile  meet 
In  pure  devotion  at  thy  feet, 

And  earth  shall  yield  thee,  as  thy  due, 
Her  fulness  and  her  glory  too. 

f — ■ — * 

HYMN  111,  L-  M.— Wesley. 

1  TT^ATHER  of  faithful  Abra'm,  hear 
_MJ     Our  earnest  suit  for  Abram's  seed ; 
Justly  they  claim  the  softest  pray'r 
From  those  adopted  in  their  steed. 

2  Outcast  from  thee,  and  scatter'd  wide 
Through  every  nation  under  heav'n, 
Rejecting  whom  they  crucifi'd, 
UnsaVd,  un.pi.tied,  unforgiv'n. 

3  But  hast  thou  finally  forsook, 
Forever  cast  thy  own  away? 

No— thou  wilt  bid  them, turn  and  look 
On  him  they  piere'd  and  mourn  and  pray. 
,4  Come,  then,  thou  great  deliv'rer,  come, 
The  veil  from  Jacob's  heart  remove  ; 
Receive  thy  ancient  people  home, 
That  they  may  sing  redeeming  love. 

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MONTHLY   CONCERT.  112-13 

HYMJ  112.  S.  M. 

J  "■"    ORD,  send  thy  servants  forth, 
lLA  To  call  the  Hebrews  home, 
Prom  east  and  west,  from  south  and  north, 
Let  all  thy  wand'rers  come. 

2  Where'er  in  lands  unknown, 
The  fugitives  remain ; 

Bid  ev'ry  creature  help  them  on, 
Thy  holy  mount  to  gain. 

3  By  preaching  of  the  word, 
May  they  be  brought  to  hear 

That  the  Messiah,  Christ  the  Lord;, 
Did  once  on  earth  appear. 

4  Open  their  hearts,  and  bring 
Them  humbly  for  to  own 

That  he's  their  Lord,  their  God  and  king, 
The  true  annointed  one. 

5  With  Israel's  myriads  seal'd, 
Let  all, the  nations  meet, 

And  show  the  gospel  plan  fulfil'd, 
The  family  complete. 


HYMN  113.  L-  M.- Yoke, 

Signs  of  the  times.      V.^**^ 

1  lTJEHOLD  the  promis'd  time  draw  near, 
S3  The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear, 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 

The  beautious  tints  of  Eden's  bloom. 
CHORUS. 
Tliere's  a  better  day  a  coming  I— » 
Come  and  go  along  with  me; 
There's  a  better  day  a  coming, 
Go  sound  the  jubilee. 

2  Events  with  prophecies  conspire 
To  raise  our  faith  our  zeal  to  fire  ; 
The  ripening  fields  already  white. 
Present  a  harvest  to  our  sight, 

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114-15  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

3  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; 

The  exil'd  slave  waits  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

4  Come  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part, 

Our  pray'rs  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

HYMN  114.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,  r,  4,  r. 

1  "^7"ES,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 

JL    Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand, 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking, 
By  his  word  in  every  land : 
When  he  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  O!  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving, 
To  our  hearts  to  hear  each  day, 
Joyful  news  from  far  arriving, 

How  the  Gospel  wins  its  way  ;  L 
Those  enlight'ning, 
Who  in  death  and  darkness  lay. 

HYMN  115.  P.M.  7  s.  &6s. 

The  millenium  dawning. 
1  njVIE  gloomy  night  of  darkness 
J|_    Begins  to  flee  away, 
The  red'ning  streak  of  morning 

Proclaim  the  rising  day ; 
That  welcome  day  of  promise, 

When  Christ  shall  claim  his  right 
And  on  the  world  in  darkness, 
Pour  forth  a  flood  of  light. 
CHORUS. 
O  give  God  the  glory, 
Give  him  all  the  glory  ; 
O  give  God  the  glory, 
Glory  is  his  own, 

74 


MONTHLY    CONCERT.  115 


2  Now  love  unites  the  people, 

And  tears  away  the  bars  ; 
They  lay  aside  their  weapons 

And  cease  from  strife  and  wars — 
All  with  united  voices 

All  join  with  one  accord ; ' 
Ascribing  free  salvation 

And  glory  to  the  Lord. 

3  The  beams  of  truth  revealed 

Pervades  the  sinner's  heart, 
Aghast  they  fall  and  tremble, 

As  pierced  with  a  dart ; 
Their  earnest  cries  for  mercy 

Sound  through  the  parting  skies: 
The  gracious  Saviour  hears  them, 

And  smiling,  bids  them  rise, 

4  Now  Satan  roars  with  anguish, 

His  servants  quake  with  fear  ; 
His  boasted  kingdom  totters, 
,       Its  fall  we  soon  shall  hear : 
Go  on  victorious  Saviour, 

Go  on  Almighty  King — 
O  chain  the  woeful  Dragon, 

And  cause  the  world  to  sing. 

5  Come  let's  begin  the  anthems, 

And  join  the  choir  above, 
To  praise  the  blessed  Jesus, 

And  bless  the  God  we  love. 
We'll  sing  in  strains  of  glory 

Salvation  to  our  God, 
Hosanna  to  our  Jesus, 

Who  wash'd  us  in  his  blood. 

6  The  courts  of  heay'n  are  ringing 

With  songs  of  highest  strains, 
And  ceaseless  praise  is  rolling 

Along  the  flow'ry  plains; 
O  could  we  rise  triumphant, 

And  join  with  them  above, 
To  shout  and  sing  forever, 

Free  grace  and  conq'ring  love. 
75 


116-17         MONTHJY   CONCERT. 

MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 


HYMN  116,  L  M. 

1  £\  HOLY  God,  to  thee  we  pray, 
%J  Ope  thou  the  missionaries'  way— 
Our  brethren  bless,  their  zeal  approve, 
That  zeal  which  burns  to  spread  thy  love. 

2  With  cheerful  steps  may  they  proceed 
Where'er  thy  providence  may  lead 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  their  work  befriend. 
And  mercy  all  their  paths  attend. 

3  Let  numerous  solemn  crowds  be  found, 
Anxious  to  hear  the  gospel  sound  ; 
And  rude  barbarians,  bond  and  free, 
In  suppliant  throngs  resort  to  thee. 

4  Where  pagan  altars  now  are  built, 
And  brutal  blood,  or  human  spilt, 
There  may  Immanuel's  cross  be  rear'd, 
And  God,  our  God,  alone  rever'd. 


HYMN  117.  L-  M. 

1  "■"  IKE  Abra'm,  to  ;a  land  unknown, 
jLA  Are  our  dear  missionaries  gone  : 
Obedient  to  the  heav'nly  call, 

They  leave  their  country  and  their  all. 

2  The  various  dangers, by  the  way, 
Perils  and  toils  by  night  and  day, 

The  boist'rous  deep#nd  death  they  brave 
The  islands  of  the  sea  to  save. 

3  May  their  whole  souls  and  selves  be  blest 
In  Abram's  God,  with  peace  and  rest, 

In  each  distressing  trying  hour, 
Be  Abram's  God  their  shield  and  tow'r. 
76 


MONTHLY   CONCERT.  118-19 

4  When  they  arrive  at  distant  lands, 
With  Jesus'  gospel  in  their  hands, 
O  may  the  tidings  of  his  love, 
Salvation  to  the  heathen  prove  1 

5  There  may  redeeming  love  be  shown, 
And  all  the  Saviour's  glories  known, 
Till  heathen  gods  like  Dagon  fall, 
And  Abram's  God  be  all  in  all. 

6  Hail !  hail !  dear  missionaries,  hail! 
Go  on,  and  prosper  and  prevail, 

Till  grace  shall  Satan's  works  destroy, 
And  fill  the  heathen  world  with  joy. 


HYMN  118.  L  M. 

1  T^M'ILLIONS  there  are  on  heathen  ground; 
iT-fl-  Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound; 
Lord  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run, 

Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 

2  Guide  thou  our  lips,  who  stand  to  tell 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell; 
To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart 

A  gen'rous,  wise,  and  tender  heart. 

3  Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  Cairo 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share : 
And  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwell, 
Deliv'rance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 


HYMN  119.  L  M. 

1  TT   ORD,  when  we  cast  our  eyes  aoroaff, 
SlA  And  see  on  heathen  altars  slain, 
Poor  helpless  babes  for  sacrifice, 
To  purge  their  parents  dismal  stains. 

§  We  can't  behold  such  horrid  deeds 
Without  a  groan  of  ardent  pray'r, 
And  while  our  hearts  in  anguish  bleed 
We  cry,  Lord,  send  thy  gospel  there. 
77 


120-21  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

3  For  them  we  pray,  for  them  we  wait, 
To  them  thy  great  salvation  show ; 
The  harvest,  Lord,  is  truly  great, 
But  faithful  lab'rers  are  but  few. 

4/0  send  our  preachers,  gracious  Lord, 

/Among  the  dark  bewilder'd  race  ; 

|  Open  their  eyes  and  bless  their  word, 

J  And  call  them  by  thy  sov'reign  grace. 

HYMN  120.  S.  M. 

Math.  ix.  37,  38. 

1  "■"  OHD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
JLi  Thy  needy  servants  cry, 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 

And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view  ; 
The  harvest,  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

Into  thy  church  abroad, 
And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  p'ow't, 
-  i  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Givi  the  pure  gospel  word, 

1  .<e  word  of  general  grace  ; 
Then  let  them  jrcach  the  Saviour,  Lord, 
To  all  the  human  race. 

5  O  let  them  spread  thy  name, 

Their  mission  fully  prove; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

HYMN  121.  S.  M..-VOKE. 

Missionaries  addressed  and  encouraged, 
3  "^^E  messengers  of  Christ, 
B     His  sov'reign  voice  obey; 
Arise !  and  follow  where  he  leads. 
And  peace  attend  yottf  way. 
78 


MONTHLY   CONCERT.  122 


2  The  master  whom  you  serve 
Will  needful  strength  bestow; 
i      Depending  on  his  promis'd  aid, 

With  sacred  courage  go. 
■  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 
The  cause  is  God's  and  must  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

4  Go  spread  a  Saviour's  fame, 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace, 

To  the  most  guilty  and  deprav'd 

Of  Adam's  numerous  race. 

5  We  wish  you  in  his  name, 

The  most  divine  success  ; 
Assur'd  that  he  who  sends  you  forth, 
Will  your  endeavors  bless. 


H YMJV  122.  C.  M. 

1  f^  O,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim 
\Jf  Ye  messengers  of  God; 

Go,  publish  thro'  Immanuel's  name, 
Salvation  bought  with  blood. 

2  What  tho'  your  arduous  task  may  lie 

Through  regions  dark  as  death; 
What  tho'  your  faith  and  zeal  to  ,,y, 
Perils  beset  your  path. 

3  Yet,  with  determin'd  courage  go, 

And  arm'd  with  pow'r  divine, 
Your  God  will  needful  aid  bestow, 
And  on  your  labors  shine. 

4  He,  who  has  call'd  you  to  the  war 

Will  recompense  your  pains : 
Before  Messiah's  conquering  car, 
Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 

5  Shrink  not,  tho'  earth,  and  hell  oppose, 

But  plead  your  master's  cause  ; 
Nor  doubt  that  e'en  your  mighty  foes 
Shall  bow  before  his  cross. 
79 


123-24  UNION  PRAYER. 

HYMN"  123.  P-  M.  8  s.  &  7  s. 

Francis. 

Collection  for  the  spread  of  the  gospel. 

1  "%)K7"ITH  my  substance  I  will  honor 

w  v      My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord ; 
-  Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor 
All  were  nothing  to  his  word. 

2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 

His  abounding  grace  proclaim; 
Let  his  friends  of  ev'ry  station 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 

3  May  his  kingdom  be  promoted, 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know ; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted, 
To  my  Lord,  my  all  I  owe. 
4'  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations, 
Praise  him  all  ye  hosts  above  ; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamations, 
His  divine  victorious  love. 


HYMNS 

FOR 

UNION  PRAYER  MEETINGS. 


HYMN  124.  S.  3VL— Beddome. 

1  TT   ET  party  names  no  more 
JLi  The  Christian  world  o'erspreafl: 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  frefe, 
Are  one  in  Chrfst,  their  head. 
80 


UNION   PRAYER.  125 

S  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
Let  mutual  love  abound, 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance 
Should  be  in  union  found. 

3  Let  envy,  child  of  hell, 

Be  banished  from  our  sight : 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell 
Who  in  the  Lord  delight. 

4  Then  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above ; 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  ev'ry  heart  is  love. 


HYMN  125.  C.  M—Swain. 

Brotherly  love.     Ps.  exxxiii. 

1  IJfOW  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 
WsL  When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 

In  one  anothers  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word  1 

2  O  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh,     \ 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye,     j 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  Free  us  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride. 

Our  wishes  fix  above  ; 
May  each  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 
I  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream. 
Through  ev'ry  bosom  flow; 
And  union  sweet  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 
5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  : 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heav'n  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

81  F 


12,6  UNION   PRAYER. 

y     HYMN  126.  P.  M.  8  s.  &  r  s. 

1  ^iOME,  my  Christian  friends  and  brethren, 
%^J  Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  land  ; 
Come  unite  and  walk  together, 

Christ  the  Saviour  gives  command 
Lay  aside  all  party  spirit, 

Slight  your  Christian  friends  no  more 
Come,  unite,  through  Jesus'  merit, 

Zion's  peace  again  restore. 

2  We'll  not  bind  our  brother's  conscience. 

This  to  God  alone  is  free  ; 
Nor  contend  for  non-essentials, 

But  in  Christ  united  be. 
Here's  the  word,  the  grand  criterion, 

This  shall  all  our  doctrine  prove  ;' 
Christ  the  centre  of  our  union, 

And  the  bond  is  Christian  love. 

3  Here's  my  hand,  my  heart  and  spirit, 

Now  in  fellowship  I'll  give  ; 
Now  we  love  and  peace  inherit, 

Show  the  world  how  Christian's  live  ; 
Now  we're  one  in  Christ  our  Savioiir, 

Male  or  female,  bond  or  free ; 
Christ  is  all  in  all  forever, 

And  we're  happy  Lord,  in  thee. 

4  Now  we'll  preach  and  pray  together, 

— -      Praise,  give  thanks,  and  shout,  and  sinf 
Now  we'll  strengthen  one  another, 

And  adore  our  heavenly  King; 
Now  we'll  join  in  sweet  communion, 

Round  the  table  of  our  Lord  ; 
Lord  confirm  our  Christian  union, 

By  thy  spirit  and  thy  word. 

5  Soon  the  world  will  be  constrained 

To  believe  in  Christ  our  king ; 
Thousands,  thousands  be  converted, 

Round  the  earth  his  praises  ring ; 
Happy  day  !  O  joyful  hour, 

Thank  the  Lord,  his  name  we'll  bless; 
Send  thy  word,  my  Lord,  with  power, 

Fill  the  world  with  righteousness. 
V      82 


UNION  PRAYER.  127-28 

HYMN  127.  s-  M.— Fawcett. 

Love  to  the  Brethren. 

1  TTBLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
_S3  Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne  ; 

We  pour  our  ardent  pray'rs  : 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathising  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain, 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again, 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way, 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 


HYMN  128.  C.  M. 

1  ~f  ESUS,  great  shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
IlP    To  thee  for  help  we  fly ; 

Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 
For  O  the  wolf  is  nigh ! 

2  O  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 

The  souls  that  here  agree  ! 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee. 

3  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die, ; 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 
83 


129-30  yffrON  FRAYER. 

H¥MI  129.  L-  M. 

He  that  loveth  God  will  love  his  brother. 

1  fW^HE  love  of  God  how  great  to  men, 

JL    To  send  his  Son  to  save  from  sin, 
To  show  our  feet  the  way  to  heav'n, 
To  show  our  sins  are  all  forgiv'n. 

2  This  love  doth  teach  us  all  to  know 
That  we  should  love  each  other  so,, 
That  hell  with  all  its  fi'ry  darts, 
Should  never  disunite  our  hearts. 

3  He  calls  us 'one,  his  spouse,  his  bride, 
O  let  no  enemy  divide  : 

Let  love  unite,  let  heav'nly  flames, 
Consume,  destroy  all  party  names. 

4  Let's  take  each  other  by  the  hand, 
And  walk  to  Canaan's  happy  land, 
We'll  there  unite  to  praise  this  love, 
That  brought  us  safe  to  heav'n  above. 


HYMN  130.  C.  M. 

1  TTESUS,  united  by  thy  grace, 
♦Jl  And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face 

And  know  our  pray'r  is  heard. 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  thine  easy  yoke,       , 
A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink, 

Baptize  into  thy  name; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak  the  same. 

4  Touch'd  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree  : 
And  ever  t'wards  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  t'wards  thee. 
84 


UNION  PRAYER.    -     -  131 

HYMN  131.  C  M.-IMiller. 

Church  Union     Col.  ii.  2. 

1  jj^fcUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
\j  Cemented,  mix'd  in  one  ; 

One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voilfte, 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun  ! 

2  Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  tire  ; 
He  stopp'd  and  talk'd,  and  fed  and  blest; 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

CHOR  US,  L.  M. 
lmA  Saviour  V  let  creation  sing  ! 
"A  Saviour .'"  let  all  heaven  ring  ' 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours , 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours ! 
'  Tis  almost  done — His  almost  o'ei — 
We'er  joining  them  who're  gone  before. 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more.         § 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'r,  = 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  ril!,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  : 
O  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
"./2  Saviour .'"  8(C. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own. 
5  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
Be  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace  ; 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face  ! 
"A  Saviour .'"  Sec. 
85 


1,32-33  SPECIAL    PRAYER. 

HYMNS 

FOR 

SPECIAL  PRAYER  MEETINGS, 

AND  FOR 

SUNDRY  OCCASIONS. 


HYMN  132.  I*  M. 

The  peoples  prayer  for  their  pastor. 
J    ^BJRTITH  heav'nly  power,  O  Lord  defend 
WW    Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend 
His  person  bless,  his  soul  secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with  all  sufficient  grace, 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace  ; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil, 
And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

3  Before  him  thy  protection  send, 
O  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end ! 
Nor  let  him  as  thy  pilgrim  rove 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 

4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart, 
In  him  thy  mighty  pow'r  exert; 

That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 


HYMN  133.  P.M.  7,6,7,6,7,6,^,6. 

Prayer  for  a  Big  Meeting. 

N  view  of  the  big  meeting',"""" 
_   Which  we  intend  to  hold; 
We  now  have  met  together. 
To  call  upon  the  Lord. 
86 


SPECIAL    PRAYER.  134' 


O,  may  our  God  attend  us  ! 

And  hear  our  ardent  pray'r! 
Salvation,  grace  and  mercy, 

Grant  us  and  ours  to  share. 

2  O  Father,  bless  the  Preachers, 

We  humbly  do  beseech  ; 
W,ho  at  th>  appointed  meeting 

Thy  word  intend  to  preach. 
O  let  the  gospel  power, 

Be  felt  by  ev'ry  soul ! 
Who  there  may  meet  to  hear  it, 

And  yield  to  thy  control. 

3  O,  let  the  holy  spirit 

Be  poured  out  afresh  ! 
Let  christians  be  revived — 

Do  thou  the  meeting  bless  ; 
And  kingdom,  pow'r  and  glory, 

We  ever  will  ascribe 
To  Father,  Son  and  Spirit, 

For  prospering  the  bride. 


HYMN  134.  C  M. 

1  TfTAPPY  is  he,  whose  early  days 
JUL  Receive  instructions  well ; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path  and  feara 

The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  'Tis  eas'er  work,  if  we  begin 

To  serve  the  Lord  betimes  ; 
While  sinners,  who  grow  hard  in  sin, 
Are  harden'd  by  their  crimes. 

3  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares, 

To  mind  religion  young  : 
With  joy  it  crowns  Wcceeding  years, 
And  makes  our  virtues  strong. 

4  To  thee  almigty  God  !  to  thee 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign  ; 
'Twill  please  ns  to  look  back,  and  se« 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 
87 


j 


135-36  SPECIAL  PRAYER. 

5  Let  the  sweet  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 
Employ  our  daily  breath  : 
Thus  we're  prepar'd  for  future  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 

HYMN  135.  L.  M. 

Female  pr dyer  meeting: 

1  FffllHOU  bridegroom  of  the  soul,  behold 

fi_    This  part  of  thy  beloved  fold; 
Thy  virgins,  have  before  thee  met, 
And  now  thy  cheering  presence  wait. 

2  Gfive  us,  O  Lord,  to  feel  thy  peace, 
And  let  the  sanctifying  grace 
Which  flows  from  thy  humanity, 
Make  us  well  pleasing  unto  thee. 

3  O  may  we  feel  thy  saving  pow'r. 

Thy  grace  and  aid,  each  day  and  hour ; 
Thus  all  thy  mercies  which  we  prove, 
Will  us  excite  to  praise  and  love. 

HYMN  136..  L-  M— B. 

Out  door  worship.    Mark  xvi.  15. 

1  ^rgnWAS  Jesus'  last  and  great  command 

S.    "Go  preach  my  word  in  ev'ry  land, 
"To  all  be  my  salvation  shown, 
"To  ev'ry  creature  make  it  known, 

2  "While  thus  employ'd,  accept  my  grace, 
"Attending  you  from  place  to  place  ; 
"Where'er  you  meet,  expect  me  there, 
"In  church,  or  house,  or  open  air."  \ 

3  Commission'd  thus,  we  come  abroad, 
To  preach  the  gospel  of  our  God ; 
The  love  of  God,  in  Christ  to  tell, 
The  love  that  saves  from  sin  and  hell. 

4  Jesus,  our  Lord,  thy  word  fulfil. 
Thy  spirit's  pow'r  be  with  us  still ; 
May  all  our  souls  thy  blessings  share, 
Accept  our  praise,  and  hear  our  pray'r. 


J 


SPECIAL    PRAYER.  157-39 

HYMN"  137.  C.  M.-C.W— -. 

The  parent's  prayer.    John  iv.  46 — 49. 
ESUS,  great  healer  of  mankind, 


Who  dost  our  sorrows  bear, 
Let  an  afflicted  parent  find 
An  answer  to  his  pray'r. 

2  I  look  for  help  in  thee  alone, 

To  thee  for  succour  fly  : 
Come  down  and  heal  ray  darling  child, 
Now  at  the  point  to  die. 

3  Jesus,  if  thou  pronounce  the  word, 

The  gracious  answer  give, 
My  dying  child  shall  be  restor'd, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

4  Oh  !  save  the  parent  in  the  child, 

Restore  it,  Lord  to  me  ; 
My  heart  the  miracle  shall  own, 
And  give  it  back  to  thee. 

HYMjV  138.  L-  M. 

Prayer  of  a  sick  child. 

1  A  LMIGHTY  God,  I'm  very  ill, 
x5L  But  cure  me  if  it  be  thy  will ; 
Thou  soon  canst  take  away  my  pain, 
And  make  me  strong  and  well  again. 

2  Let  me  be  patient  ev'ry  day, 

And  mind  what  those  who  nurse  me  say: 
And  grant  that  all  I  have  to  take 
May  do  me  good  for  Jesus'    sake. 

HYMJV  139.  L  M.— Brown. 

Sickness  and  death. 
Y  soul,  thy  minutes  haste  away, 
Apace  comes  on  the  final  day; 


M 


When  in  the  arms  of  icy  death 
I  must  give  up  my  vital  breath 
89 


340-41  SPECIAL  PRAYER. 

2  When  all  the  springs  of  life  are  low 
The  spirits  faint,  the  pulses  slow, 

The  eyes  grow  dim,  and  short  the  breath, 
Presages  of  approaching  death. 

3  O  come  my  soul,  the  matter  weigh  ! 
How  wilt  thou  leave  thy  kindred  clay  1 
And  how  the  unknown  region  try, 
And  launch  into  eternity. 

4  Cleanse  me,  O  God,  with  blood  divine, 
Renew  my  heart  and  make  me  thine  ; 
Then  when  th'  important  hour  shall  come 
My  soul  shall  triumph  o'er  the  tomb. 

HYMN  140.  C.  M.— Watts 

1  "ff^ISEASES  are  thy  servants,  Lord  I 
JLy  They  come  at  thy  command  : 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 
Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 

2  I'm  but  a  sojourner  below, 

As  all  my  father's  were, 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 

3  But  if  my  life  be  spar'd  awhile, 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  bus'ness  still, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 


HYMN  141. C.  M..— Toplady. 

The  saint's  glorious  hope. 

1  WWJ  HEN  languor  and  disease  invade, 

w     This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 

That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 
90      v 


SPECIAL    PRAYER.  142-43 


$  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 
View  Jesus  and  adore; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Shall  see  him  wear  that  very  flesh, 

On  which  my  guilt  was  lain  ; 
His  love  intense,  his  merit  fresh, 
As  tho'  but  newly  slain, 

5  O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

Forever  with  me  stay, 
Till  from  her  sinful  cage  dismiss'd 
My  spirit  flies  away. 


HYMN  142.  L-  M. 

The  afflicted  longing  for  heaven. 

1  £1l  HOW  I  long  to  go  and  see 

%^W  The  lamb  of  God  who  died  for  me, 
How  do  I  languish  night  and  day, 
To  hear  him  bid  me  come  away  ! 

2  With  pining  sickness  I  decay, 
Diseases  wear  my  flesh  away; 
But  I  shall  soon  his  leave  obtain. 
To  be  releas'd  from  all  my  pain. 

3  Quickly,  O  Lord,  thy  angels  charge 
To  set  my  longing  soul  at  large, 
Quickly  thy  blessed  hosts  command 
To  carry  me  to  thy  right  hand. 


HYMN  143.  CM. 

Serious  thoughts  under  affliction. 

1  fk/M?  life  declines,  my  strength  is  gone, 
1TJL  Disease  and  pains  prevail ; 
Death  threatens  to  arrest  me  soon, 
My  heart  and  flesh  doth  fail. 
91 


144  SPECIAL  PRAYER. 

2  Soon  t  must  leave  this  body  here, 

Soon  must  my  soul  away  ; 
O  awful  thought .'  my  soul  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day  I 

3  But  how  shall  I  prepare  my  heart. 

Eternal  life  to  gain  ? 
Jesus,  thy  grace,  thy  strength  impart, 
For  all  I  do  is  vain. 

4  Renew'd  and  justified  by  grace, 

Complete  I  then  shall  stand 
Before  th'  Almighty  Father's  face, 
When  he'll  my  life  demand. 


T 


HYMN  144..  C  M.-Cxeen. 

Parent's  prayer  for  their  children. 
HO'  parents  may  in  cov'nant  be, 


They  are  unhappy  till  they  see 
Their  children  happy  too. 

2  Their  hearts  with  inward  anguish  bleed 

When  all  attempts  prove  vain, 
And  they  pursue  those  paths  that  lead 
To  everlasting  pain. 

3  They  warn,  indulge,  correct,  beseech, 

While  tears  in  torrents  flow, 
And  'tis  beyond  the  pow'r  of  speech 
To  tell  the  griefs  they  know. 

4  Till  they  can  see  victorious  grace 

Their  children's  souls  possess  , 
The  sparkling  wit,  the  smiling  face, 
But  adds  to  their  distress. 

5  See  the  fond  father  clasp  his  child  ; 

Hark  !  how  his  bowels  move — 

Shalt  thou  my  offspring,  be  exil'd 

From  God,  my  father's  love? 

6  Shall  cruel  spirits  drag  thee  down 

To  darkness  and  despair, 
Beneath  th'  Almightv's  angry  frown, 
To  dwell  forever  there  ? 
92 


SPECIAL   PRAYER.  345-46 

7  Kind  heav'n,  the  dreadful  scene  forbid  ! 
Look  down,  dear  Lord,  and  bless; 
I'll  wrestle  hard  as  Abia'm  did, 
May  I  obtain  success! 


HYMN  145.  C.  M.— Cowper. 

Prayer  on  behalf  of  the  young. 

1  ^iOME,  Lord,  and  bless  the  rising  race 
%_J  Make  this  a  happy  hour, 
According  to  thy  richest  grace, 

And  thine  almighty  power. 

2  Dear  youth,  we  know  your  sinful  state, 

May  God  your  hearts  renew; 
We  would  awhile  ourselves  forget, 
To  pour  our  pray'rs  for  you. 

3  We  see,  tho'  you  perceive  it  not, 

Th'  approaching  awful  doom! 
Oh,  tremble  at  the  solemn  thought, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come  ! 

HYMN  146.  L.  M. 

A  warning  to  the  youth. 

1  ~*S7"E  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth, 

JL    Warn'd  by  the  voice  of  heav'nly  truth) 
Now  yield  to  Christ  your  youthful  prime, 
With  all  your  talents  and  your  time. 

2  Think  on  your  end,  nor  thoughtless  say, 
I'll  put  far  oft* the  evil  day: 

Ah!  not  a  moment's  in  your  pow'r, 
And  death  stands  ready 'at  the  door. 

3  Eternity  !  how  near  it  rolls  ! 
Count  the  vast  value  of  your  souls! 
Beware,  and  count  the  awful  cost 

What  they  have  gain'd  whose  souls  are  lost. 

4  Pride,  sinful  pleasures,  lusts  and  snares 
Beset  your  hearts,  your  eyes,  your  ears. 
Take  the  alarm,  the  danger  fly  1 

Lord,  save  me,  be  your  earnest  cry. 
93 


147-48  SPECIAL  PRAYER. 

HYMN  147.  c-  M.— Newton. 

New  Year. 
"OW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal 


'N 


And  make  thy  glory  known 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin, 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3  Send  down  the  spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more  ; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 


i 


HYMN  148.  C.  M.—  Berridge 

Marriage,  or  a  wedding-  Hymn.     John  ii.  1,  2. 

1  OIIIVCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
J^  To  grace  a  marriage  feast, 

O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands  ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  In  purest  love  these  souls  unite, 

That  they  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By    taking  mutual  share. 

4  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 

And  life's  short  space  be  o'er, 
May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 
94 


SPECIAL    PRAYER,  149-50 

HYMN  149.  C.  M. 

Secret  prayer.     Mark  1,  35. 

1  ~MM  Y  lovely  Jesus,  while  on  earth, 
JjM.  Arose  before  'twas  day, 

And  to  a  solitary  place 
Departed,  there  to  pray. 

2  I'll  do  as  did  my  blessed  Lord, 

His  footsteps  I  will  trace  ■ 
I  love  to  meet  him  in  the  grove, 

And  view  his  smiling  face. 
!3  Early  l'.l  rise,  and  sing  and  pray, 

While'  [  the  light  enjoy  ; 
May  this  bless'd  work  from  day  to  day, 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 


'J 


HYMN  150.  C.  M. 

Before  the  reading  of  the  Scriptures. 
ESLJS  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord, 


To  thee  1  lift  mine  eyes; 
Teach  and  instruct  me  by  thy  word, 

And  make  me  truly  wise. 
Make  me  to  know  and  understand 

Thy  whole  revealed  will; 
Fain  would  I  learn  to  comprehend 
Thy  love  more  clearly  still. 
3  Help  me  to  read  this  volume  o'er 
With  new  and  fresh  delight,    . 
JJefp  me  to  love  its  author  more, 
To  seek  thee  day  and  night. 
<4  O  let  it  purify  my  heart, 

And  guide  me  all  my  days ; 
Its  wonders,  Lord  to  me  impart. 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 
95 


151-53  SPECIAL  PRAYER. 

HYMN  151.  C-M. 

Praise  for  the  word  of  God. 

1  "BLATHER  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word, 
MJ     What  endless  glory  shines ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 

For  these  celestial  lines  ! 

2  O  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight, 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

3  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


HYMI 152.  C.  M. 

1  Of  AYS  Faith,  "Look  yonder,  see  the  crown 
►C^  "Laid  up  in  heav'n  above  :" 

Says  Hope,  "Anon  it  shall  be  mine  ;" 
"I  long  to  wear't"  says  Love. 

2  Desire  saith,  "what  J  is  there  my  crown  ? 

"Then  to  that  place  I'll  flee  ; 
"I  cannot  bear  a  longer  stay, 
"My  rest  I  fain  would  see."' 

3  "But  Stay,"  says  Patience,  "wait  awhile, 

"The  crown's  for  those  that  fight; 
"The  prize  for  thpse  that  run  the  race 
"By  faith  and  not  by  sight." 

4  Thus  Faith  does  take  a  pleasing  view, 

Hope  waits,  Love  sits  and  sings, 
Desire,  she  flutters  to  be  gone. 
But  Patience  clips  her  wings. 

HYMN  153.  C.  M.-B. 

Prayer  of  the  aged. 
1  "B^TERNAL  God  !  enthron'd  on  high! 
,M\i  Whom  angel  hosts  adore ; 
96 


SPKCIAL    PRAYKR-. 
Who  yet  t0  suppiia^  dust  art  t,iah  ■ 
TJiy  presence  i  implore  &    ' 

TWi?      ep  my  Passi«ns  cool  ;       ge' 
Teach  me  to  sc;in  the  sacred  page 
.,      And  practice  ev'ry  rule.  g  ' 

3     w5?rarS'  tinie  Ur^  on, 
M^re^erc\ytyoTaffmii0-^e. 


154 


HYMJV  154.  L.  M. 

prayer  for  a  little  child 

-£■-  -Look  down  on  me  • 
Oh,  may  thy  word  ' 

My  treasure  be. 

;  2  wy.i!eart  imPress 
|      With  gratitude, 
j      To  give  thee  praise 
!     For  health  and  food. 

3  For  Pa  and  Ma, 
And  friends  so  dear. 
Who  make  my  wants 
ineir  daily  care. 

4  For  Jesus  Christ, 
Far  more  thdn  all, 
Who  gave  his  life 
I o  save  ray  soul. 

5>  My  sins  forgive, 
For  his  dear  sake, 
And  bid  me  live 
Thy  grace  partake 

97  G 


\ 


155  ALARMING   AS  ST 

fi  Thy  spirit  grant 

To  guide  my  ways, 

To  fear  and  serve 

Thee  all  my  days. 
7  And  when  my  end 

Of  life  shall  be, 

Mav  I  ascend 

To  dwell  with  thee. 


ALARMING  AND_AWAKENING, 

The  alarm. 
ii  /-«TOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
!■*  Before  you  turther  go  ; 
SfouVrt  upon  the  bnnk 

Of  everlasting  woe  ! 
Hell  beneath,  is  gaping  wide  ^ 

chorus: 

Then  V  entreated  now  to  stop, 
1  For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  youareawareyou.nl  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake. 

OA  '  6e  entreated,  tfc. 
08 


AWAKENING. 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar  ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood  crimson  die ; 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud, 

And  what  will  you  reply  ? 
Come,  &'  entreated,  SfC. 

4  Tho'  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  foreheads  lin'd  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Tho'  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

Once  again  I  pray  you  stop,  Sfrc, 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know ; 
Tho'  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He-still  forbears  the  blow. 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died — 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come; 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says,  there  still  is  room. 
For  Jesus'sake,  I  pray  you  stop,  S(C. 


HYMtf  156.  C.  M.-W. 

1  "^K7"E  unconverted,  careless  souls, 

Jt      Wake  up  and  turn  to  God ; 
Or  else  you  surely  will  be  damn'd. 
According  to  his  word, 

2  For  in  the  bible  it  is  said 

By  him  that  cannot  lie, 
"Repent,  believe,  be  born  again"— 
"The  soul  that  sins  shall  die." 

3  Now  sinners  lay  this  well  to  heart, 

And  turn  without  delay ; 
99 


L57  ALARMING    AND 

O  hasten  to  the  Saviour's  arms, 
Whilst  it  is  call'd  to-day 
1  It  is  your  wisdom  so  to  do, 
'Twill  be  your  int'rest  too  ; 

Then  be  entreated  now  to  come 
To  Christ,  who  died  for  you. 


HYMN  157.  M.  7  s. 

1  C<  INNERS,  turn,  why  will  you  die  7 
^9  God  your  maker  asks  you  why  ? 
God  who  did  your  being  give, 

Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
God  your  Saviour  asks  you  why  ? 
God  who  did  your  spirit  give, 
Died  himself  that  you  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die! 
God,  the  spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love. 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ?       "  ' 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

Why,  ye  long  sought  sinners,  why, 
Will  you  grieve  your  God  and  die  7 

4  Dead,  already  dead  within, 
Spiritu'lly  dead  in  sin  ; 

Dead  to  God  while  here  you  breathe, 
Pant  you  after  second  death  ? 
Will  you  still  in  sin  remain, 
Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
O!  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  you  forever  die  ? 
100 


AWAKENING.  158-59J 

HYMN  158.  L  M. 

i 

Expostulation.    Isa.  xxxiii.  14. 

1  OIINNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown  ? 

»^  Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  ? 

Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 

Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly ! 
8  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 

TJi'g'd  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams,  t 

Madly  attempt  the  infernal  gate, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames. 
3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 

Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 

The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 

Forever  telling,  yet  untold. 


HYMJV  159o  C.  M.-Hart. 

1_"W7"AIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear— 
▼      Repent — thy  end  is  nigh ! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far. 
Oh,  think— before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect— thou  hast  a  soul  to  save, 
Thy  sins — how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave- 
How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 

3  Death  enters— and  there's  no  defence, 
His  time,  there's  none  can  tell : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  Heav'n — or  down  to  Hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  greatest  care, 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 

But  ah !  destruction  stops  not  there- 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  gospel  calls,  to-day 
Sinner  it  speaks  to  you  ; 
Letev'ry  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue, 

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160-62  ALARMING  AND 

HYMN  160.  C.  M. 

IS  C<  INNER,  how  oft  hath  God  reprov'd 

^  And  filPd  thee  with  distress ! 
_  Yet  still  thou  perseverest  in 
The  paths  of"  wickedness. 

2  Sudden  destruction  soon  will  come, 

On  those  who  thus  rebel ; 
Eternal  vengeance  will  consign 
Their  guilty  souls  to  hell. 

3  O  tremble  at  the  awful  thought. 

And  yield  to  sov'reign  grace, 
Lest  God  should  say  "I'll  strive  no  more, 
And  frown  thee  from  his  face. 


HYMJY  161.  C.  M. 

1  ^10ME  sinners,  you  whose  harden'd  hearts, 
1_y  No  fears  of  hell  can  move, 

Come  hear  the  gospel's  mildest  voice, 
That  tells  you,  "God  is  love." 

2  Thousands,  once  vile  and  base  as  you, 

Surround  the  throne  above ; 
The  grace  that  chang'd  has  tun'd  their  hearts 
To  sing  that  "God  is  love." 

3  O  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove  ; 
Till  warmer  hearts  in  brighter  worlds, 
Proclaim  that  "God  is  love." 


HYMN"  162.  M.  7's— Newton. 

1  £<  INNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
►3  Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure, 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day. 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd ! 
Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ; 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow, 

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AWAKENING.  163-64 

HYMN  163.  C.  M— Doddridge. 


n 


Acts  xvii.  30. 
EPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
Nor  longer  dare  delay  ; 


The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies. 

And  meets  a  fiery  day. 
"2  No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 

Overlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  are  despatch'd  abroad 

To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess; 
Accept  the  offer'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awfui  trumpet  sound, 

And  calls  you  to  his  bar ; 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

HYMN  164.  P.  M.-6,6,6,6,8,8.-LER 

Eom.  iii.  19. 

1  "WTKTHEN  frowning  death  appears, 

▼  ▼     And  points  his  fatal  dart; 
When  dark  foreboding  fears 

Distract  the  sinner's  heart! 
The  dreadful  blow  no  arm  can  stay, 
But  torn  away,  he  sinks  to  woe. 

2  Now  every  hope  denied, 

Bereft  of  every  good, 
He  must  the  wrath  abide 

Of  an  avenging  God  : 
No  merey  there  will  greet  his  ear, 
Nor  wipe  the  tear  of  black  despair. 
1  Sinners  awake,  attend, 

And  flee  the  wrath  to  come ; 
Make  Christ,  the  Judge,  your  friend, 

And  heavSi  shall  be  your  home  ; 
His  mercy  nigh,  now  points  the  path. 
That,  leads  from  death  to  joys  on  high. 
JOS 


165-66  ALARMING   AND 

HYMN  165.  CM..— COWPEB 
1  ■WTOW  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 
i.^1    O  sinners,  come  away, 
The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 
9  O  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 
Lest  mercy  should  withdraw  ; 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come. 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where»poor  mortals  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace  ; 
When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  shall  see. 
And  stand  before  his  face  ? 

4  9  sinners,  sinners, won't  you  hear, 

When  in  God's  name  we  eorne? 
Upon  your  peril  don't  forbear, 
Lest  hell  should  be  your  doom. 

5  O,  let  not  all  these  calls  be  vain. 

But  lend  a  list'ning  ear  ; 
Lest'y*u  should  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrajti  in  Hack  despair. 


HYMN  166.  S.  M.— Newton 

1  f^feESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road 
m3  What  multitudes  p:irsue  ! 
W.hjle  ,that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 

Is  kiiOwii  orsoiight  by  few. 

2  Believers  find  the  way 

Thro'  Christ  the  living  gate  ; 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way 
"'  Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

3  If  self  must  be  denied, 

And  sin  no  more  caress'd 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide, 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 

4  But  hear  the  Saviour's  word, 

"Strive  for  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
J*fany  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
4  And  find  their  ctios  too  late  lK 

-     J04 


AWAKENING.  167-68 

HYMN  167.  L.  M. 

_|  ¥7"  NOW  sinners  ev'ry  one  is  free 
Jam.  To  choose  his  course  and  what  he'll  be  5 
For  this  eternal  truth  is  giv'n, 
That  God  will  force  no  man  to  heatfn. 

2  He'll  draw,  persuade,  direct  aright, 
Bless  us  with  wisdom,  love  and  light ; 
In  nameless  ways  be  good  and  kind, 
But  never  force  the  human  mind. 

3  Freedom  and  reason  make  us  men, 
Take  these  away,  what  are  we  then  ? 
Mere  animals,  and  just  as  well, 

E'en  brutes  might  think  of  heav'n  or  helj. 

4  0  then  no  more  your  pow'rs  abuse, 

BuX  ways  of  truth  and  goodness  choose  ! 
Our  God  is  pleas'd  when  we  improve 
His  grace,  and  seek  the  worlds  above. 
1  But  if  you  take  the  downward  road, 
And  make  in  hell  your  last  abode ; 
Our  God  is  clear,  and  you  shall  know, 
You  ptung'd  yourselves  in  endless  woe. 


HYMN  168.  C.M.— Fawcett. 

I  C<  INNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 
J5  'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day, 
He  calls  you  by  his  sacred  word, 
From  sins  destructive  way. 
.2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Depriye  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell, 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe  !• 
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169-70  ALARMING  AND 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God,  shall  live, 
Thro'  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 


HYMN  169.  L.  M— Davies. 

1  tf^NE  thing  is  needful,  one  alone 
Xjf  If  this  be  our's  all  is  our  own: 
'Tis  needful  now,  'twill  needful  be 
In  death  and  thro'  eternity. 

2  Without  it  we  are  all  undone, 

Tho'  we  may  call  the  world  our  own  ; 
Not  all  the  joys  of  time  and  sense 
Can  countervail  the  loss  immense. 

3  Great  God !  that  pow'rful  grace  of  thine, 
Which  rous'd  a  soul  so  dead  as  mine. 
Can  rouse  these  thoughtless  sinners  too, 
The  one  thing  needful  to  pursue. 


HYMN  170.  C.  M. 

1  "■"    OVERS  of  pleasure  more  than  God, 
MJk  For  you  Christ  suffer'd  pain ; 
Swearers,  for  you  he  spilt  his  blood, 

And  shall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 

2  Misers,  his  life  for  you  he  paid, 

Your  basest  crimes  he  bore  ; 
Drunkards,  your  sins  on  him  were  laid, 

That  you  might  sin  no  more. 
8  The  God  of  love,  to  earth  he  came, 

That  you  might  come  to  heav'n  ; 
Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name, 

And  all  your  sins  forgiv'n. 
Believe  in  him  who  died  for  thee, 

And  sure  as  he  hath  died, 
Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  soul  is  free, 

And  thou  art  justified. 

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AWAKENING.  171-72 

HYMX  171.  S.  M— Hoskins. 

The  Hypocrite.    Job  xxvii.  8. 

1  "■"    ET  hypocrites  attend, 

JLi  And  view  their  awful  state, 
Consider  well  their  latter  end, 
Before  it  be  too  late. 

2  Religion's  form  is  vain, 

While  we  deny  its  pow'r  ! 
What  will  the  hypocrite  obtain, 
In  death's  tremendous  hour. 

3  Now  he  may  credit  gain, 

And  in  his  affluence  roll ; 
But  all  his  profit  will  be  pain, 
When  God  shall  take  his  soul. 

4  Then,  O  what  dread  surprise, 

What  horror  and  dismay, 
When  death  shall  open  wide  his  eyes; 
And  tear  his  mask  away. 

5  Lord,  search  and  know  my  heart, 

And  rhake  my  soul  sincere, 
And  bid  hypocrisy  depart, 
And  keep  my  conscience  clear. 


HYMN  172.  C.  M. 

Exhortation  to  old  and  young. 

1  g  AEAR  people  all  attention  give, 
m3  And  hear  what  I  do  say  ; 

I  long  your  precious  souls  should  live 
In  everlasting  day. 

2  Remember  you  are  hastening  on, 

To  death's  dark  gloomy  shade  .; 
Your  joys  on  earth  will  soon  be  gone, 
Your  flesh  in  dust  be  laid. 

3  Death's  iron  gate  you  must  pass  through, 

Ere  long,  my  precious  friends  ; 
Where  do  you  then  expect  to  go  ? 
Where  will  your  souls  then  land  ? 
J  07 


172  ALARMING   &C 

4  Pray,  meditate,  before  too  late, 

While  in  a  gospel  land  ; 

--  Jtehold  King  Jesus  at  the  gate, 

Most  lovingly  doth  stand. 

5  Young  men,  how  can  you  turn  your  face 

From  such  a  glorious  friend  ? 
Will  you  pursue  the  dangerous  race, 
Regardless  of  the  end  ? 

6  Will  you  pursue  the  awful  road, 

That  leads  to  death  and  hell  ? 
WiU  you  rush  on,  bold  foes  to  God ! 
With  devils  for  to  dwell  ? 

7  Young  women  too,  what  will  you  do, 

If  out  of  Christ  you  die  ? 
From  all  God's  people  you  must  go, 
TO  weep,  lament,  and  cry. 

8  Come  old,  come  young,  who  feel  your  guili, 

The  fountain's  open'd  wide; 
For  you  that  precious  blood  was  spilt, 
That  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 

9  There  you  may  drink  in  endless  joy, 

And  sing  redeeming  love, 
Till  golden  harps  your  souls  employ, 
\      In  praising  Christ  above. 
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PEtflTENTiAL.  173-74 

CONVICTION  AND  PENITENTIAL 


HYMX 173,  S.  M, 

1  "MM  Y  sorrows  like  a  flood, 
.LYM.    Impatient  of  restraint, 
Into  thy  bosom,  O  !  my  God, 

Pour  out  a  long  complaint. 

2  This  impious  heart  of  mine, 

Could  once  defy  the  Lord, 
Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  sin", 
In  presence  of  thy  sword. 

3  How  often  have  I  stood, 

A  rebel  to  the  skies, 
And  yet,  and  yet,  (0 1  matchless  grace  1) 
Thy  thunder  silent  lies. 

4  0 !  shall  I  never  feel, 

The  meltings  of  thy  love  ? 
Am  I  of  such  hell-harden'd  steel, 
That  mercy  cannot  move  ? 

5  Overcome  by  dying  love, 

Here  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
And  throw  my  flesh,  ray  soul,  my  aff, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  die. 

HYMtfl74.  C.  M— Watts. 

Godly  sorrow  arising  from  the  sufferings  if  ChrtoL 
I     A  LAS  I  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

/%   And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ?  •" 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  1 1 
2"  Was  it  for  crimes,  that  I  had  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  fc*s 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown  I 
And  love  beyond  degree  ? 
109 


175  CONVICTION  AND 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  9in. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay, 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do". 

HYMN"  1*5.- L.M. 

1  |ObH!  give  me  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
%JF  My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn 
Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see, 

Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 

2  O  !  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  wond'rous  sight, 
O!  that  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 

3  I'd  hang  around  his  feet  and  cry, 
Lord  save  a  soul  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

4  Father  of  mercy !  drop  thy  frown, 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son  ; 
And  with  my  broken  heart  comply, 
O !  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

5  O  !  L6rd,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt", 

If  thou  wouldst  ease  me  of  my  guilt : 
Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry, 
And  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

6  O !  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell, 
Or  else  with  devils  I  must  dwell ; 
O !  might  I  enter,  now  I'm  come. 
Lord  Jesus  save  me  or  I'm  gone 

110 


PENITENTIAL.  176*77 

■  H YMtf  176.  L.  Mv— Wesley, 

1  ^~fc!THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  I 
\J  0  .'  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet, 

2  Rest  for  my  soul,  I  long  to  find ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thy  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  imbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  J 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within,- 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r, 

My  heart  from  evry  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near,  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come  Lord,  the  drooping  spirit  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 


HYMN  177.  P-  M.— 8  s.  &  7  s. 

1  gjAVIOUR.  canst  thou  love  a  traitor? 
►^  Canst  thou  loye  a  child  of  wrath? 
Can  a  hell-deserving  creature, 

Be  the  purchase  of  thy  death  ? 

2  Is  thy  blood  so  efficacious, 

As  to  make  my  nature  clean? 
Is  thy  sacrifice  so  precious, 
As  to  free  me  from  my  sin  ? 
Ill 


178-79  CONVICTION  AND 

3  Sin  on  ev'ry  side  surrounds  me, 
No  acquittance  can  I  hear ; 
fangs  of  unbelief  confound  me, 
Help  me,  Lord,  my  grief  to  bear. 

4  Here  then  is  my  resolution, 
At  thy  dearest  feet  to  fall  ; 
Here  I'll  meet  my  condemnation. 
Or  a  freedom  from  my  thrall. 


HYMN  178.  C.  M. 

1  iTk !  THAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 
'Lr  Who  did  the  world  redeem ; 
Who  gave  his  life,  that  I  might  liVe 

A  life  conceal'd  in  him. 

2  O  that  I  could  the  blessings  prove, 

My  heart's  extreme  desire  : 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire. 
#  In  answer  to  ten  thousand  pray'rs. 
Thou  pai'd'ning  God  descend,, 
Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs. 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 
4  Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside, 
■  Of  all  in  earth  or  heav'n  ; 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  appli'd, 
And  live  and  die  forgiv'n. 

HYMN  179*  L  M. 

1  "TKTKTITH  aching  heart  and  weeping  eye* 

w  ▼     My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries, 
What  shall  I  do,  or  wither  flee, 
T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me  ? 

2  Till  now  I  saw  no  danger  nigh, 
I  liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear'd  to  die ; 
Wrapt  up  in  self  deceit  and  pride, 
"I  shall  have  peace  at  last,"  I  cfied. 

112 


PENITENTIAL.  180 

5  But  when,  great  God  !  thy  lifht  divine 
Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  of  mine, 
Then  I  beheld  with  trembling  awe, 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 

4  How  dreadful  now  my,  guilt  appears, 
In  childhood,  youth  and  growing  years; 
Before  thy  pure  discerning  eye, 

Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  am  I !  *> 

5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue, 
Death  and  destruction  are  my  due  ; 
Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 

And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 

6  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim, 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name? 

To  him  I  look  and  anxious  cry, 

"O  save  a  wretch  condemn'd  to  die  1" 


HY3II 180.  M.  6  lines  7  s. 

r  TOTEA.RTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 
JlH.  Breaks  by  Jesus' cross  subdu'd  ; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 

Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood, 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done? 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  son  ! 
2  Yes,  your  sins  have  done  the  deed, 
Drove  the  nails,  and  fix'd  him  there; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Pierc'd  him  with  a  soldier's  spear, 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice : 
For  lost  sinners  Jesus  dies. 
1  Can  his  ofPnng  be  in  vain  ? 
No :  a  cov'nant  keeping  God 
Says  that  "he  shall  see  his  seed"— 

All  the  purchase  of  his  blood, 

Lord,  with  sin  and  self  we  part ; 

Saviour,  take  each  broken  heart. 

113  H 


181-82  CONVICTION    AN^ 

HYMN  181.  C  M. 

1  A  ND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 
'    j^L  The  sov'reign  of  the  skies, 

Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dusi. 
That  guilty  worms  might  rise  ? 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  jn  his  soul 

Sustain'd  the  pains  of  hell, 
The  wrath  of  God,  without  control, 
Qn  him,  our  surety  fell. 

3  He  took  the  dying  sinner's  place, 

And  suffer'd  in  his  stead  ;" 

For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace,) 

For  man  the  Saviour  Wed  ! 

4  Dear  Lord,  what  heav'nly  wonders  dwejll 

In  thy  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  helj, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

5  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring  bends 

To  love  so  full,  so  free  ; 
And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  sacred  pow'r  to  me. 

6  What  glad  returns  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine  ? 
O!  take  my  all— this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine. 

HYMN  182,  L-  M.-Watts. 

1  £~fcH  thou,  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 
%^W  Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  : 
Let  thy  good  spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  Tho'  I  have  griev*d  thy  spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 

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PENITENTIAL.  183-84 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  son. 
4  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  king, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 


HYMK  183.  M.  7  s. 

1  CJOV'REIGN  ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
J^  Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Hear,  oh  hear  my  ardent  cry ; 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Worst  of  rebels  I  have  been  ! 
Oft  abus'd  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace  ! 

3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 
Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  hearts 
Justly  might  thy  kindled  ire 
Blast  me  in  eternal  fire. 

4  But  with  thee  there's  mercy  found, 
Balm  to  heal  my  ev'ry  wound ; 
Sooth,  O  sooth  my  troubled  breast, 
Give  a  weary  wand'rer  rest. 

HYM1V  184.  L-  M— Watts. 

1  C^HOW  pity  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive, 
J^  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
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185-86  CONVICTION  AND 

Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

HYMN  185.  C.  M.—  Cowper. 

1  TTgROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 
ST   A  guilty  rebel  lies, 

And  upwards  to  the  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  O  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence, 

Stay,  stay,  the  vengeful  storm  ; 
Forbid  it  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyea 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead, 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

HYMN  186.  P-  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6. 

IAS  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
j3L  Methinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 

Where  a  poor  victim  hangs  ; 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  drest  in  purple  gore, 
Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 
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PENITENTIAL.  187 

2  Surpris'd  the  spectacle  to  see, 
I  ask'd  who  can  this  victim  be, 

In  such  exquisite  pain  ? 
Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes  ?  I  cri'd  ; 
'•Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  God  repli'd, 

"To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  God  for  rebel  mortals  dies ! 
How  can  it  be,  my  soul  replies ! 

What !  Jesus  die  for  me  ? 
"Yes,"  saith  the  suff  ring  Son  of  God, 
"Igave  my  life,  I  spilt  my  blood, 

For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 

4  Lord,  since,  thy  life  thou'st  freely  giv'n, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heav'n, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  at  thy  feet,  O  !  God,  I'll  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 


HYMN  187.  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  £\R  !  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 
%_P  My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ; 

When  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns 
His  sacred  body  tore  ! 

2  'Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  spear. 

3  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltless  head, 
Break,  break,  my  heart,  O  !  burst  mine  eyes 
And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 

4  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  stubborn  soul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undissembled  woe. 
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188-89  CONVICTION  AND 

HYMJV  188.  L-  M.-Hart. 

1  ^k  !  FOR  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
\J  To  melt  this  stubborn  stone  away; 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake, 
Of  feelings  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
What  but  an  adamant  would  melt  ? 
But  I  can  reach  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Eternal  Spirit,  mighty  God, 
Apply  within  the  Saviour's  blood  ' 
'Tis  his  rich  blood,  and  his  alone, 
Can  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  stone. 


HYMN  189.  P  M.  9,8,9,8,9,7,8,8. 

1  ^lOME  all  ye  tender  hearted  Christians, 
H^  O  !  come  and  help  me  for  to  mourn, 
To  see  the  son  of  God  a  bleeding, 

And  view  his  prec'ous  body  torn. 
Behold  him  praying  in  the  garden, 

With  his  body  bowed  down, 
And  the  bloody  sweat,  so  running. 

That  drops  were  falling  to  the  ground. 

2  He  was  a  man  of  constant  sorrow, 

And  went  a  mourner  all  his  days ; 
With  sore  distress  was  well  acquainted, 

But  never  went  in  sinful  ways. 
The  foxes  have  their  holes  provided, 

And  the  birds  they  have  their  nests, 
But  the  son  of  man  had  no  where 

To  lay  his  weary  head  to  res*.. 

3  Behold  him  when  the  soldiers  took  him, 

And  led  him  unto  Pilate's  bar ! 
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PENITENTIAL. 

0*1  come  ye  tender  hearted  Christians, 
And  view  your  dear  Redeemer  there ; 

Behold  him  when  he  was  condemned. 
Wearing  of  a  thorny  crown, 

And  his  tender  temples  pierced, 
Until  the  blood  came  running  down. 

4  And  then  behold  the  soldiers  take  him, 

And  nail  him  to  a  shameful  tree : 
Oi  see  him  on  the  cross  a  bleeding, 

His  soul  in  mortal  agony  ! 
Hark,  now  the  legal  thunders  smite  him. 

Lo,  his  burden'd  bosom  heave  ! 
Look  how  deep  your  sins  have  stung  him. 

OI  dying  sinners,  look  and  live! 

5  They  laid  him  in  a  new  sepulcher. 

Where  never  man  was  laid  before ; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death  asunder, 

And  brought  salvation  to  the  poor, 
And  now,  he  is  gone  up  to  heaven, 

.  Pleading  there  our  cause  on  high ; 
Christians,  soon  we1lf  follow  after, 

Our  Lord  to  see  and  glorify. 

HYMN  190.  C.  M.— Newton 

1  "B"N  evil  long  I  took  delight 
M.   Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 

And  stopt  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  1  stood. 

3  Sure  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Tho'  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair  : 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt. 
And  help'd  to  nail  him' there. 
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191  CONVICTION,  &C. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said 

"I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
"This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid 
"I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  With  grief  and  mournful  joy, 

My  spirit  now  is  fill'd  ; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 


HYMN  191.  c-  M— Watts 

1  A  ND  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
_r5L  Now  I  begin  to  see  ; 

O !  the  curs'd  deeds  my  sins  have  done, 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be. 

2  Were  these  the  traitors,  dearest  Lord, 

That  thy  fair  body  tore? 
Monsters,  that  stain'd  those  heav'nly  limba 
With  floods  of  purple  gore! 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

My  dearest  Lord  was  slain, 
When  justice  seiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  soul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O !  prince  of  peace,, 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more  ; 
Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  sins  begone, 
For  Jesus  I  adore 

5  Furnish  me  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms, 

From  grace's  magazine, 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war, 
With  ev'ry  darling  sin. 
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INVITING,  &C.  192 

INVITING  AND  ENCOURAGING. 


HYMtf  192.  L  M. 

1  ^"iOME  sinners  to  the  gospel  feast, 
*LJ  Let  ev'ry  soul  be  Jesus'  guest ; 
There  needs  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  ray  Lord,  on  you  I  call— 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 

Come  all  the  world,  come  sinners,  thou, 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come  all^ye  souls  by  sins  opprest, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest : 

Ye  poor  and  maim'd,  and  halt  and  blind 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive  ; 
You  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live . 
O  !  let  his  love  your  souls  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain. 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel; 
His  conq'ring  love  consent  to  feel; 
Yield  to  his  love"s  resistless  pow'r 
And  fight  against  your  God  no  more. 

6  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  sacrifice  ; 
His  offer'a  benefits  embrace, 

And  freely  noio  be  sav'd  by  grace. 

7  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay, 
The  invitation  is  to-day  ; 
Come  in  this  moment  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  died  for  all. 

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193-94  INVITING  ANI) 

HYMN  103.  C.  M.-E.  Jones. 

1  ^"^dMfi,  guilty  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
V7  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve. 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  soul  opprest, 

And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
"I  know  his  cou#s,  I'll  enter  in, 
•'Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"And  there  my  guilt  confess  : 

"I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

"Without  his  sov'reign  graced 

4  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  niy  plea, 

"Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r ; 
"But,  if  I  perish,  I  wilfpray, 
"And  perish  only  there. 

5  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, . 

"1  am  resolv'd  to  try  ; 
"For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
"I  must  forever  die." 


HYMN  194.  P-  M.— 8,  7,  4— Hart 

1  /^iOME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
ILy  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r  : 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh  : 
Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger,. 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
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ENCOURAGING.  1§5 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 
This  he  gives  ypu, 
'Tis  the  spirit's  glimmring  beam1. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall  j 
If  you  tarry  tilt  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
Not  the  right'ous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  maker  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
+  "It  is  finished  !" 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely* 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  5 
None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
?  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven^ 
Sweetly  echo"  with  his  name, 
Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

HYMN  195.  C.  M._ Watt3 

1  "■"    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
SLA  And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind. — 
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196-9r  INVITING  AND 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul  reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  all  the  day  ; , 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HY11 196.  S.  M._Dobell. 

1  "WTOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
±yi    Now  is  the  day  of  grace, 
Now,  sinners  come  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  ne  too  late, 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 

And  ev'ry  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above  ! 

HYMN"  197.  P-  M.  6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8-Qi.' 

"And  yet  there  is  room."'    Luke  xiv.  22. 

1  '%7'E  dying  sons  of  men, 
JL    Immerg'd  in  sin  and  woe, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you  ; 
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ENCOURAGING.  198 


Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  is  yet  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

No  vain  excuses  frame  ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Tho'  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame. 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come  ! 
For  ev'ry  yielding  soul  there's  room; 

3  Cbmpell'd  by  bleeding  love. 

Ye  wand'ring  souls  draw  near  ; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above, 

His  charming  accents  hear. 
Let  whosoever  will  now  come, 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 


HYMI  198.  P-  M.  8S.&7& 

1  lyOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 
J^M    At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heav'n  is  interceding, 

Undertaking  sinner's  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners  can  you  hate  that  Saviour, 
Can  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 

Once  he  died  for  your  behaviour, 
Now  he  calls,  intreats  and  warns. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day  ; 
Turn  from  all  your  base  behaviour, 
Now  return,  repent  and  pray, 

Sinners,  S^c. 

3  O !  be  wise  before  you  languish, 

On  a  dying  bed  of  strife ! 
Endless  joy  or  endless  anguish 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life.    ' 
Sinners,  Sc<i. 
€  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 
Bid  your  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 
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199  INVITING  AND 

Now  receive,  love,  and  adore  him, 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Sinners,  fyc. 

5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee  ; 
See  whatkindness,love  and  pity, 
Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 

Sinners,  Sj>c. 

6  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready-r- 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  ; 
O  !  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  grace's  boundless  store. 
Sinners,  S(C 


HYMI 199.  L  Mf 

1  fff^O-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 

JL    Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

2  Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say  will  you  be  forever  blest  ? 

Will  you  be  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell- 
Will  you  with  Christ  in.glory  dwell  ? 

3  Come  now  dear  youth  for  ruin  bound. 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  narae^- 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glitt'ring  toya, 
Come  share  with  us  eternal  joys ; 

Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell  ? 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell 
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ENCOURAGING.  200-1 

HYMN  200.  C.  M— Medley 

Whoever  will,  let  him  come.    Rev.  xxii.  ]5. 
I  ^~kH  !  what  amazing  words  of  grace 
%Jf  Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 
Suited  to  ev'ry  sinner's  case, 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 
•i  Poor  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls 
Are  freely  welcome  here  ;" 
Salvation,  like  a  river  rolls, 
Abundant,  free  and  clear. 

3  Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  ey'ry  burden  bring; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

4  Whoever  will,  (O!  gracious  word!) 

Shall  of  this  stream  partake  ; 
Come  thirsty  souls  and  bless  the  Lord, 
And  drink  for  Jesus  sake. 

5  Millions  of  sinners  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace; 
Corne  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore  and  bless. 


HYMN  201.  C.  M— Dobel. 

1  ~W7"E  burden'd  souls  to  Jesus  come, 

JL    You  need  not  be  afraid  ; 
He  loves  to  hear  poor  sinners  cry, 
He  loves  to  hear  them  plead. 

2  Ye  humble  souls  to  Jesus  come, 

'Tis  he  who  made  you  see, 
Your  wretch'd,  ruin'd,  helpless  state, 
Your  guilt  and  misery. 

3  Christ  is  a  friend  to  mourning  souls- 

Then  why  should  you  despair,     •  . 
Since  Saul  and  Mary  Magdalene 
Found  grace  and  mercy  here  ? 
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202-3  INVITING  AND 

V     HYMJV  202.  M.  7* 

1  rf^lOME,  ye  weary  souls  oppress'd, 
%J  Find  in  Christ  the  promis'd  rest ; 
On  him  all  your  burdens  roll, 

He  can  wound,  and  he  make  whole. 

2  Ye  that  dread  the  wrath  of  God 
Come  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood; 
To  the  son  of  David  cry, 

In  his  word  he's  passing  by. 

3  Naked,  guilty,  poor  and  blind, 
All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find; 
This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 
Now  accept  the  proffer'd  bliss. 

4  Debtors,  who  have  nought  to  pay, 
Come  to  Jesus,  haste  away  ; 

All  your  sins  on  him  were  laid, 
All  your  debts  the  surety  paid. 

5  "It  is  finished,"  lo  !  he  cries, 
Ere  on  yonder  cross  he  dies ; 
O  !  believe  the  record  true, 
Jesus  died  for  such  as  you. 

HYMK  203.  L.  M-Mp} — 

Come  and  see.    John  1.  46. 

1  "W"ESTJS,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds, 
*J  Replete  with  balm  for  all  my  wounds ; 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free, 

Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see. 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  this  world  to  blee<J,and  die ; 
Jesus  the  God,  hung  on  a  tree ! 

Come,  thoughtless  sinner,  come  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part ; 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee— 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  come  and  see. 

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ENCOURAGING.  204 

4  His  blood  will  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean  ; 

His  fountain  open  stands  for  thee— 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

5  No  tongue  can  tell  what  glories  shine 
In  our  imnianuel,  all  divine  ; 

O!  that  in  sweetest  melody, 

Each  heart  may  sing,  "he  died  for  me." 


HYMN  204.  P.  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8.~SiL 

1  "1TTE  sin-sick  souls  draw  near, 

SL     And  banquet  with  your  king; 
His  royal  bounty  share, 

And  loud  hosannas  sing  : 
Here  mercy  reigns,  here  peace  abounds, 
Here's  blood  to-heal  your  dreadful  woumds. 

2  He's  on  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  waits  to  answer  pray'r  ; 
What  tho"  thy  sin  and  guilt, 

Like  crimson  doth  appear; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  thy  woes. 

3  O  .'  wondrous  love  and  grace ! 

Did  Jesus  die  for  me  ? 
Were  all  my  num'rous  debts,  j 

Discharg'd  on  Calvary  ! 
Yes,  Jesus  died— the  work  is  done! 
He  did  for  all  my  sins  atone. 

4  On  earth  I'll  sing  his  love, 

In  heav'n  I  too  shall  join 
The  ransoin'd  of  the  Lord, 

In  accents  all  divine; 
And  see  my  Saviour  face  to  face, 
And  ever  dwell  in  his  embrace. 
129  I 


205**6  INVITING  AND 

HYMN  205.  C.  M.— Hoskin* 

My  son,  give  me  thine  heart.    Prov.  xxiii.  26. 

V  11THAT  language  now  salutes  the  eap? 
▼  V     It  is-  our  Father's  voice  I 
i.et  all  the  world  attentive  hear, 
And  ev'ry  soul  rejoice. 
%  Sinner,  he  kindly  speaks  to  thee, 
However  vile  thou  art ; 
"Here's  grace  and  pardon,  rich  and  free  ; 
My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. 
3  "For  thee,  a  traitor,  Jesus  bled, 
And  suffer'd  dreadful  smart : 
"For  thee  the  Lord  was  crucified — 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. 
4*"Tho'  thou- hast  long  my  gVace  withstood 
'•And  said  to  me  depart, 
"I  claim  the  purchase  of  my  blood— 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. 

5  "I'll  form  thee  for  myself  alone, 

"And  ev'ry  good  impart : 
"111  make  my  great  Salvation  known— 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. ' 

6  Come,  Lord,  and  conquer  now  my  heart", 

Set  up  in  me  thy  throne  ; 
BM  sin  and  satan  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  as  thy  own;: 


HYMN  206.  L-  M.— Grigg* 

Behold  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock.    Rev.  iii.  POj 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  at  thy  door, 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before  ; 
Has  waited  long  is  waiting  still, 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
O !  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands, 
With  melting  heart  and  outstretch'd  hands  1 
O!  matchless  kindness!  and  he  shows 
l/his  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 
130 


ENCOURAGING. 

3  Admit  him— for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertain'd  so  kind  a  guest; 
Admit  him — or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When  at  his  bar,  deni'd  you'll  stand. 

4  Open  my  heart,  Lord,  enter  in — 
Slay  ev'ry  foe,  and  conquer  sin  ; 
I  now  to  thee  my  all  resign, 
My  body,  soul,  shall  all  be  thine. 


HYMN  207.  C.  M. 

1  TTESUS,  redeemer  of  mankind, 
*J    Thy  saving  pow'r  display ; 
Thy  mercy  now  may  sinners  find, 

And  know  their  gracious  day. 

2  O !  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  space, 

Nor  suddenly  consume ; 
HeJp  them  to  take  the  proffer'd  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

3  Open  their  eyes  thy  cross  to  view, 

Their  ears  to  hear  thy  cries ; 
Sinners,  the  Saviour  weeps  for  you, 
For  you  he  weeps  and  dies. 

4  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands, 

The  rebels  to  receive : 
And  shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hands, 
And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

HYMX  208.  P-  M.  8,  7,  8,  7, 4. 

1  DINNERS,  hear,  for  God  hath  spoken, 
^  'Tis  the  God  that  reigns  on  high ; 
He  whose  law  the  world  has  broken, 

Sends  you  tidings  of  great  joy : 
Hear  his  message, 
Hear  it  sinners,  lest  you  die. 

2  Hear  the  gospel,  sinners,  bear  it, 

Jow*'-il  news  from  heaven  it  brings ; 
131. 


309-10  INVITING  AND 

Here's  a  fountain,  O  !  draw  near  it, 
Open'd  by  the  king  of  kings  : 
Living  water, 
Thence  in  streams  eternal  springs. 
3  Sinner,  hear — why  will  you  perish? 
Death  to  life,  O  !  why  prefer? 
Why  your  vain  delusions  cherish, 
Why  from  truth  persist  to  err: 
Wisdom  calls  you, 
Happy  they  who  learn  of  her. 


HYMN  209,  C.  M.— Kent. 

Physician.    Mark  v.  25-29. 

1  ~WT&  sin-sick  souls,  dismiss  your  fears, 

B     Ye  halt,  ye  lame,  ye  blind  ; 

Come  touch  the  garment  Jesus  wears, 

Your  healing  there  you'll  find. 

2  Surrounded  with  ten  thousand  cares, 

And  sad  beyond  degree  ; 
Yet  in  this  garment  Jesus  wears, 
There's  healing  still  for  thee. 

3  Come,  stretch  the  wither'd  hand  to-day, 

For  Christ  is  passing  by  ; 
Your  case  admits  of  no  delay, 
Unless  ye  touch,  ye  die. 

4  Thro'  ev'ry  crowd  to  Jesus  press, 

When  sin  torments  the  mind ; 
Peace,  pard'ning  blood  and  right -»ousness, 
In  his  dear  name  you'll  find. 

HYMN  210.' C  M— Hoskins. 

It  is  well.    2  Kings  iv.  26. 
1  "H"T  shall  be  well  let  sinners  know, 
JL  With  those  who  love  the  Lord ; 
His  saints  have  always  found  it  so, 
When  resting  on  his  word. 
132 


ENCOURAGING  211 

2  Peace  then,  ye  chasten'd  sons  of  God  : 

Why  let  your  sorrows  swell  ? 
Wisdom  directs  your  Father's  rod 
His  word  says,  it  is  well. 

3  Tho'  you  may  trials  sharp  endure, 

From  sin,  or  death,  or  hell, 
Your  heav'nly  Father's  Love  is  sure, 
And  therefore  it  is  well. 

4  Soon  will  your  sorrows  all  he  o'er, 

And  you  shall  sweetly  tell, 
On  Canaan's  calm  and  pleasant  shore, 
That  all  at  last  is  well. 

HYMN  211.C  M—Steele. 

The  Saviour's  invitation..    John  vii.  37. 

1  npHE  Saviour  calls— let  ev'ry  ear 

M.    Attend  the  heav'nly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  ev'ry  thirsty  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flows ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise! 

To  ease  your  ev'ry  pain  : 
(Immortal  fountain  i  full  supplies  !) 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey  : 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink  and  never  die. 
133 


212-13  INVITING  AND 

HYMN  212.  C.  M. 

1  T»ETURN,  O!  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
MMj  The  father  calls  for  thee, 

No' longer  then  an  exile  roam, 
In  guilt  and  misery. 

2  Return,  O !  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee ; 
The  spirit  and  the  bride  say — come ; 
O  J  now  for  refuge  flee. 

3  Return,  O  !  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  madness  to  delay  ; 
There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day. 

4  Return,  O !  wand'rer,  now  return, 

Thy  God  forbids  delay  ; 
O !  stay  not  for  to-morrow's  sun, 
Thy  life  may  .end  to-day. 

HYMN  213.  P.M.  7  s.  8c  6  s 

y^  Drooping  souls. 

1  TF^ROOPING  souls  no  longer  grieve, 
JLF  Heaven  is  propitious — 

If  you    do     in   Christ  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious ; 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

And  he  calls  you  to  him, 
He  has  died  for  you  and  me. 

O!  then  come  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 

Flows  the  healing  fountain  ; 
See  the  purple  swelling  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean- 
See  the  living  waters  move, 

For  the  sick  and  dying ; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  Jove, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 
134 


■ 


ENCOURAGING.  213 


$  Gospel  grace  is  always  free,  — 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden  ; 
Hence  he  says,  "Come  unto  me, 

"Weary,  heavy  laden," 
Tho'  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven, 
Yet,  if  you  on  him  believe, 

All  shall  be  forgiven.    # 

4  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  one  say, 

I  will  go  and  prove  him  ; 
If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 

Surely  I  will  love  him. 
Come,  my  Saviour,  come  and  smile, 

Smiling  moves  my  burden  ; 
I  am  guilty,  poor  and  vile, 

Yet  thou  canst  me  pardon. 

5  Streams  of  mercy,  how  they  flow  I 

Surely  now  I  feel  it : 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told — 

O!  could  I  reveal  it ! 
Jesus  blood  has  heal'd  my  wound, 

O  !  the  wondrous  story  ! 
I  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found, 

Glory,  glory,  glory. 

6  If  no  greater  joys  were  known 

In  the  starry  region, 
I  would  try  to  travel  on, 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory  here  and  yonder  I 
Brightest  angels  join  with  me, 

To  adore  and  wonder. 

13-  y 


214-15  FAITH  AND 

FAITH  AND  CONVERSION. 


HYMN  214-.C.  M.— Turner. 

1  "B^AITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
flj     And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 

Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings. 
And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heav'nly  things, 
And  feels  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  pow'r, 

The  healing  balm  to  give; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasure  reign, 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

HYMN"  215.  C  M.— Watts. 

1  m/«"[STAKEN  souls,  that  dream  of  heav'n, 
JLYi  And  make  thjir  empty  boast, 

Of  inward  joys  arid  sins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust, 

2  Vain  aw  our  fancy's  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  : 

None  but  a  livinsr  power  unites 

To  Christ  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 

'Tis  faith  that  works  hy  love; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 
J  36 


CONVERSION.  216-17 

conquers 

I  pow'r ; 

5.uce  that  s 

In  the  decisive  hour. 


CONVERSION. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 
By  a  celestial  pow'r ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 


HYMN  216.  L,  M.- Watts. 

1  T^TOT  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done 
jt^j    Can  make  a  wounded  conscience  whole  ; 
Faith  is  the  grace,  and  faith  alone, 

That  flies  to  Christ,  and  saves  the  soul. 

2  Lord,  I  believe  thy  heavenly  word, 
Fain  would  I  have  my  soul  renew'd  : 
I  mourn  for  sin,  and  trust  the  Lord 
To  have  it  pardon'd  and  subdu'd. 

3  Oh  !  may  thy  grace  its  pow'r  display, 
Let  guilt  and  death  no  longer  reign  ; 
Save  me  in  thy  appointed  way, 

Nor  let  my  humble  faith  be  vain. 


HYMN  217.  C.  M— Watts. 

1  4Tlk  !  GOD  of  mercy  hear  my  call, 
%^W  My  load  of  guilt,  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  or  heifers  slain 

For  sins  could  e'er  atone  : 
The  death  of  Christ  should  still  remain 

Sufficient  and  alone. 
i  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sins  desert 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise  ; 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 

Is  our  best  sacrifice.  « 

137 


218-19  FAITH  AND 

HYMN  218.  CM. 

1  "■*  ASK  the  gift  of  right  'ouaness, 
M.  The  sin  subduing  pow'r  ; 
Pow'r  to  believe  and  go  in  peace. 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  seal'd. 

The  liberty  from  sin, 
The  grace  infus'd,  the  love  reveal'd. 
Thy  kingdom  fix'd  within. 

3  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert, 

Art  thou  not  willing  too, 
To  change  this  bold  rebellious  heart, 
To  conquer  and  renew? 

4  Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe, 

So  arm  me  with  thy  pow'r, 
That  I  to  sin  shall  never  cleave, 
Shall  never  feel  it  more. 

HYMN  219.  S.  M. 

1  THJATHER,  I  dare  believe 
JP    Thee  merciful  and  true  s 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, 

My  fallen  soul  renew. 

2  Come  then  for  Jesus'  sake, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean  : 
An  end  to  all  my  troubles  make, 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart 

But  by  believing  thee ; 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
The  spotless  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 

Jesus,  thy  grace  bestow ; 
Now  thy  all  cleansing  blood  apply, 
And  make  me  white  as  snow. 
138 


CONVERSION.  220-21 

HYMN  220.  C.  M—Toplady. 

"Christ  is  all  in  all."    Col.  iii.  11. 

1  COMPARED  with  Christ,  in  all  beside, 
%_J  No  comeliness  I  see  ; 

The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey  ; 
Thyself  bestow !  for  thee  alone, 
My  All  in  All  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice, 

My  comfort  to  restore  ; 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave, 
Nor  canst  thou  give  ine  more. 


HYMN  221.  L .  M. 

Behold  he  prayeth.    Acts.  ix.  11. 

1  £<  INCE,  Lord,  thy  mighty  grace  did  call, 
>^  A  bloody  persecuting  Saul, 

Let  none  despair — here  God  displays 
His  sov'reign  pow'r,— "Behold  he  prays." 

2  The  soul  that's  truly  born  of  God, 
Delights  to  run  the  heav'nly  road ; 

He  mourns  for  sin,  and  hates  the  ways 
Which  lead  to  death,  "Behold  he  prays." 

3  He  flies  from  works,  to  Jesus'  blood, 
Yet  proves  by  works  he's  born  of  God ; 
He  runs  with  joy  in  Zion's  ways, 
And  to  his  God,  "Behold  he  prays." 

4  In  heav'n,  each  praying  soul  shall  see 
Salvation  was  both  rich  and  free  ; 
And  thro'  eternal  ages  raise, 

Their  song  to  great  Jehovah's  praise. 
139 


322-23  FAITH  AND 

HYMN  222.  Q*  M.— Watts. 

1  TS"OW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  I 
JLH.  Our  sin  how  deep  it  stains  !  - 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls, 

Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word; 
Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call ! 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise.  Lord? 
O!  help  my  unbelief. 

4  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God  T  fly; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  die. 

5  A  guilty,  weak  and  helpless  worm, 

Into  thy  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  right'ousness 
My  Jesus  and  my  all. 


HYMN  223.  C.  M.—  Steele. 

The  Saviour.    John  iv.  42. 

1  nnHE  Saviour,  oh  !  what  endless  charms 

_fl_    Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound! 
Its  influ'ence  ev'ry  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 

Tn  rich  effusions  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

3  Oh  !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ; 
Dear  Saviour  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

140 


CONVERSION.  224-25 


4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour  and  my  all. 


HYMN  224.  p.  m.  r,6,r,6,r,r,r,6. 

NOW  ah  !  now,  I  yield,  I  yield. 
With  all  my  sins  to  part ; 
Jesus  speak  my  pardon  seal'd, 

And  purify  my  heart ! 
Purge  the  love  of  sin  away, 

Then  I  into  nothing  fall ; 
Then  I  see  the  perfect  day, 

And  Christ  is  all  in  all. 
2  Jesus,  now  our  hearts  inspire 

With  that  pure  love  of  thine, 
Kindle  now  the  heav'nly  fire, 

To  brighten  and  refine  ; 
Purify  our  hearts  like  gold; 

All  the  dross  of  sin  remove  ; 
Melt  our  spirits  down,  and  mould 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


HYMN  225.  L-  M.-Cennick. 

Seeking  pardon.    Ps.  xxvii.  8 

1  ~T    ORD,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
JLi  Oppress'd  with  fears,  to  thee  I  call ; 
Reveal  thy  pard'ning  love  to  me, 
And  set  my  captive  spirit  free. 

2  Hast  thou  not  said,  "Seek  ye  my  face  ?" 
The  invitation  I  embrace; 
I'll  seek  thy  face,  thy  Spirit  give  1 
O !  let  me  see  thy  face  and  live. 

3  I'll  seek  thy  face  with  tears  and  cries, 
With  secret  sighs  and  fervent  pray'rs; 
And  if  not  heard  I'll  waiting  sit, 
And  perish  at  my  Saviour's  feet. 

14  V 


226-27  FAITH  AND 

4  But  canst  thou,  Lord,  behold  my  pain, 
And  bid  me  seek  thy  name  in  vain  1 
Thou  wilt  not,  canst  not,  me  deceive, 
The  soul  that  seeks  thy  face  shall  live. 

HYMN  226.  S.  M— Watts. 

1  "|%f  Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 
-LTM.  This  joy  to  call  thee  mine ; 
And  let  my  earthly  cries  prevail 

To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore, 

No  travellers  in  desert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relish  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  serve  and  praise  the  Lord. 

HYMN"  227.  P.  M.  8's.  &  r's.-(Sr; 

Bartimeus.    Mark  x.  48. 

1  44m/H"ERCY,  O  •  thou  son  of  David," 

lTA  Thus  blind  Bartimeus  cri'd, 
"Others  by  thy  grace  are  saved, 

"O !  vouchsafe  to  me  thine  aid." 
For  his  crying  many  chid  him, 

But  he  cri'd  the  louder  still, 
Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bade  him, 

"Come  and  ask  me  what  you  wiB." 

2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Tho'  by  begging  us"d  to  live ; 
Yet  he  ask'd  and  Jesus  granted 
Alms  that  none  but  he  can  give.     , 
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CONVERSION.  238 

*  Lord  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

"Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day." 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness. 

Follow 'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 
3  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around; 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing, 

"What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
"O!  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

"Or  would  be  advis'd  by  me  ; 
"Sure  if  they  would  come  unto  him, 

"He  would  cause  them  all  to  see."  /' 


HYMJV228.  C.M.-Browk 

1  W    ORD,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 
JLi  And  knock  at  mercy's  door  ; 
With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eye, 

Thy  favor  we  imploie. 

2  In  deep  distress  we  seek  thy  face 

Forgiveness  to  receive, 
We  trust  our  souls  are  taught  thro'  grace 
Our  debtors  to  forgive. 

3  Tis  pardon,  pardon  we  implore, 

O  {*  let  thy  bowels  move  ! 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

4  O!  for  thine  own,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

Our  many  sins  forgive  ; 
Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break, 
And  breaking  soon  relieve. 

5  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  we  plead, 

This  is  the  total  sum  ; 
Mercy  thro'  Christ,  mercy  we  need* 
Lord,  let  thy  mercy  come. 
143 


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229-30  FAITH  AND 

HYMJV  229.  M-  7  s.-Hammon». 

1  g^i  RAC10US  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 
^Jf  My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear ; 
Sore  distress'd  with  guilt  am  I, 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Wealth  and  honour,  I  disdain, 
Earthly  comforts  all  are  vain  ; 
These  can  never  satisfy, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

3  Lord  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  take  away  my  guilt ; 
Mourning  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  1  die. 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 
I  am  nothing  else  but  sin  ; 
On  thy  mercy,  I  rely. 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust ; 
With  my  earnest  suit  comply, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

6  O !  my  God  what  shall  I  say  ? 
Take,  O  !  take  my  sins  away ; 

'Jesus'  blood  to  me  apply  ; 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 


HYMN  230.  L-  M.— Pres.  Da  vies. 

ORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Furchas'd  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine; 
With  full  consent  thine  would  I  be, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace ;. 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
Rut  ransom'd  by  Imman'el's  blood. 

3  Thee,  my  new  master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all; 
Lord  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee— 
Be  thine  thro'  all  eternity. 

144 


CONVERSION.  231-32 

HYMN  231.  M.  7  s.- Newton. 

OME  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 


c 


Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray'r ; 
He  himself  hath  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord !  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  sov'reign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew: 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


HYMN  232.  S.  M. 

1  T  LANGUISH  for  a  sight 

JBL  Of  him  who  reigns  on  high: 
Jesus'  my  soul's  supreme  delight, 
For  him  alone  I  sigh. 

2  O  !  that  I  knew  the  place 

Where  I  might  find  my  God, 
And  make  the  arms  of  his  embrace 
My  soul's  secure  abode. 

3  Near  to  his  mercy  seat, 

Where  grace  triumphant  reigns, 
I'd  come  and  worship  at  his  feet, 
And  tell  him  all  my  pains. 

4  The  arguments  I'd  use 

My  troubles  should  suggest ; 

Nor  can  my  blessed  Lord  refuse 

The  cause  of  the  distress'd. 

5  O !  Jesus  bring  me  near, 

New  life,  new  strength  impart, 
Banish  at  once  my  slavish  fear, 
And  dwell  within  my  heart. 
145  K 


233-35      %  FAITH,  &c, 

HYM  K  233.  C.  M.— Newton. 

1  A  rPKOACFf,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
jtL  Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r; 
There  humbly  fall  before. his  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O!  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  satan  sorely  press'd  : 
By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 

That  sh  Iter'd  near  thy  side. 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  "Thou  hast  died." 

HYMN  234.  C.  M.— Watts. 

Conversion.     Math,  xviii.  3. 

i  JURIST'S  faithful  word  his  solemn  pledge 
™.J  Forever  shall  endure  ; 
He.  both  the  Saviour  and  the  Judge, 
Hath  seaPd  the  sentence  sure. 

2  "Except  converted,  born  anew. 

Like  children  you  become, 
My  kingdom  hath  no  place  for  you, 
Nor  hea v'n  a  final  home." 

3  In  vain  for  outward  sins  you  mourn  ; 

Or  change  from  sect  to  sect, 
Unless  from  love  of  sin  you  turn ; 
You  cannot  heav'n  expect. 


HYMN  235.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  my  lifr,  thvself  apply, 
Thy  holy  spirit  breathe  ; 
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REGENERATION.  236 


My  vile  affections  crucify, 
Conform  me  to  thy  death. 

2  Conq'ror  of  hell,  and  earth  and  sin, 

Still  with  the  rebel  strive  : 
Enter  my  soul,  and  work  within, 
And  kill,  and  make  alive. 

3  Reign  in  me,  Lord  thy  foes  control, 

Who  would  not  own  thy  sway ; 
Diffuse  thine  image  through  my  soul, 
Shine  to  the, perfect  day. 

4  Scatter  the  last  remains  of  sin, 

And  seal  me  thine  abode  ; 
O  !  make  me  glorious  all  within, 
A  temple  built  by  God. 


REGENERATION. 


HYMN  236.  C.  M.— Hoskins. 

Ye  must  be  bom  again.    John  iii.  7. 

1  CJTNNERS  !  this  solemn  truth  regard  1 
►^  Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men  ; 

For  Christ,  the  Saviour  hath  declar'd, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  What'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain  : 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  son  of  God, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd, 

T"ie  !irart  a  sink  of  sin  : 
V^K**  u  a  change  we  can't  be  sav'd, 
"Ye  mnst  be  born  again." 

4  That  which  is  born  of  flesh  is  flesh, 

And  flesh  it  will  remain  ; 
147 


237  REGENERATION. 

Then  marvel  not  that  Jesus  saith, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

5  Spirit  of  life  !  thy  grace  impart,         s 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain  ; 
Bear  witness,  Lord,  with  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. 

6  Dear  Saviour  we  will  now  begin, 

To  trust  and  love  thy  word; 
And  by  forsaking  ev'ry  sin 
Prove  we  are  born  of  God. 

HYMN"  237.  P.  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6.-43 

1  A  WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
J^k.  My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 

Exposed  to  endless  woe  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again 

Or  else  to  ruin  go. 

2  Amaz'd  1  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell ; 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near, 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain — 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head; 

I  no  relief  could  find. 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

O'erwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  oppressive  load  ; 
Alas .'  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 
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REGENERATION.  238 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  : 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  when  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  this  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move  : 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise  ; 
All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Unnumber'd  millions  born  again, 

Will  shout  thy  endless  praise. 

HYMN  238.  L  M. 

Born  not  of  Mood— but  of  Ood.  1  John  i.  13. 

1  A  SSIST  my  soul,  my  heav'nly  king, 
/^    Thine  everlasting  love  to  sing: 

And  joyful  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 
As  one  through  grace  that's  barn  of  God. 

2  No,  it  was  not  the  will  of  man. 

My  soul's  new  heav'nly  birth  began, 
Nor  will,  nor  pow'r  of  flesh  and  blood, 
That  turn'd  my  heart  from  sin  to  God. 

3  Herein  let  self  be  all  abas'd, 
And  heav'nly  love  alone  confess'd 
This  be  my  song  through  all  the  road, 
That  born  I  am,  and  born  of  God. 

4  O  may  this  love  my  soul  constrain 
To  make  returns  of  love  again, 
That  I,  while  earth  is  my  abode, 
May  live  like  one  that's  born  of  God. 

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239-40  REGENERATION. 

5  And  when  th'  appointed  hour  shall  come, 
And  thou  wilt  call  me  to  my  home  ; 
Joyful  I'll  pass  the  chilling  flood, 
And  sing  and  say,  I'm  born  of  God. 

HYMN  239.  C.  M._ Wallin. 

1  TTWAIL!  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine 
JOL  Is  thy  victorious  sword, 

The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thy  arrows  give. 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart ;  - 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  : 
Go  forth,  sweet  prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  vict'i  ies  are  complete, 

When  all  the  chosen  race, 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory  meet, 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace. 

5  O !  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 

Among  that  favor'd  band  ! 
And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound 
Throughout  Immanuel's  land. 


HYMI  240.  C.  M— Watts. 

Prayer  for  the  witness  of  the  Spirit. 

1  ~%WT HY  should  the  children  of  a  king 

^W     Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  comforter  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv'n  ? 
150 


the  convp:rt.  241-42 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  hear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  horn  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 
And  ihy  soft  wings,  celestial  dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

HYMtf  241.  P    M.  6  lines,  8  s. 

Prayer  for  assurance. 

1  4T10ME,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire, 
\j  Bear  witness  that  T'm  born  again; 
Come,  and  baptize  me.  Lord,  with  fire. 

Nor  let  a  cloud  or  doubt  remain: 
Give  me  the  sense  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Pweet  foretaste  of  approaching  heav'n, 

2  Oh  !  give  me  now  a  gracious  sea). 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine; 
True  holiness  I  long  to  feel, 

The  signature  of  love  divine  ; 
O.'  sh^d  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Fulness  of  love,  of  heav'n.  of  God  i 


THE  C02J7ERT. 


HYMN  242.  L-  M. 

A  hymn  for  young  converts. 

1    f^»7"HEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
V  ▼     Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing ; 
Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 
151 


243  THE    CONVERT* 

2  With  admiration  they  behold 

The  love  of  Christ  that  can't  be  told; 
They  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 

3  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from  paira, 
And  think  their  enemies  are  slain  : 
They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 

And  Satan  is  cast  down  to  hell. 

4  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
r    And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring — 

Ring  with  a  melodious,  joyful  sound, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 

5  But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel ; 

They  think  their  former  hopes  are  vain, 
And  they  are  found  in  Satan's  chain. 

6  The  morning  that  did  shine  so  bright, 
Is  turned  to  the  shades  of  night ; 
Their  harps  that  did  with  music  ring 
Are  now  untun'd  in  ev'ry  string. 

7  O !  foolish  child,  why  dost  thou  boast 
In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast ; 
Why  dost  thou  think  to  fly  away 
Before  thou  leav'st  this  feeble  clay. 

8  Come,  take  up  arms,  and  face  the  field  ; 
Come,  gird  on  harness,  sword  and  shield; 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  king, 
And  soon  the  vict'ry  you  shall  win. 

9  When  Satan  comes  to  tempt  your  minds, 
.     Then  meet  him  with  these  blessed  lines: 

For  Christ,  our  Lord,  hath  swept  the  field, 
And  we're  determined  not  to  yield. 

HYMN  243.  P*M.  6,6,6,6„8,& 

1     A  RISE,  my  soul  arise, 
^^.  Shake  ofF  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 
In  thy  behalf  appears. 
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the  convert.  244 

fiefore  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above,         • 

For  me  to  intercede 
His  all  redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  : 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effect'al  pray'rs, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  O  !  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  son. 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear. 
With  confidence,  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 


HYMJV  244.  P.  M..  8  s.  &  7  s.-R. 

1  £^OME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
*Lj  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of' mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tojagues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fix'd  upon  it, 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  I 

2  Here  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come, 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
153 


245-46  THE  CONVERT. 

Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Inti  rpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 
3  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodness  like  a  fetter, 

Bind   my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  O  !  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. ' .»..- 

HYMN  245.  C.  M— Mason 

Pearl  of  great  price.     Matth.  xiii.  46. 
VE  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price  : 


l* 


My  heart  exults  with  joy: 
And  sing  I  must— a  Christ  I  have, 
O  !  what  a  Christ  have  I ! 

2  Christ  is  my  father  and  my  friend, 

My  brother  and  my  love  ; 
My  head,  my  hope,  my  counsellor. 
My  advocate  above. 

3  Mv  Christ,  ha  is  the  heav'n  of  heav'ns, 

My  Christ,  what  shall  I  call  ? 
My  Christ  is  first,  my  Christ  is  last, 
My  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN"  246.  L-  M— Hoskins. 

Whereas  I  was  blind,  now  I  see.      John  ix.  25. 

1  l%TOW  let  my  soul  with  wonder  trace 
l^H    The  Saviour's  miracle  of  grace  ; 
Now  let  my  lips  and  life  record 

The  loving  kindness  of  the  Lord. 

2  Till  late,  I  fancied  all  was  well, 
Tho'  walking  in  the  road  to  hell ; 
But  now,  thro'  grace  divinely  free, 

I  who  was  blind,  am  brought  to  see. 
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THE  CONVERT.  247 

3  Long  had  I  slept  in  nature's  night, 
But  Jesus  came  and  gave  me  light ; 
Ten  thousand  praises  Lord,  to  thee, 
That  tho'  born  blind,  yet  now  I  see. 

4  Long  had  I  wallow'd  in  my  sin, 
Blind  to  the  dangers  I  was  in  ; 
But  now  appeal,  great  God,  to  thee 
That  tho'  once  blind,  yet  now  I  see. 

5  Long  did  I  on  the  law  rely. 

And  pass  the  friend  of  sinners  by  ; 
But  what  a  glorious  mystery  ! 
Tho'  I  was  blind,  yet  now  I  see  ! 

6  Strengthen,  O  !  Lord,  my  mental  sight, 
Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  light: 
Then  shall  I  praise  the  sacred  Three, 
In  time  and  in  eternity. 


HYMN  247.  P-  M.  6,6,9,6,6,9. 

1  fHQME  all  ye  happy  race, 

%J  Who  are  ransom'd  by  grace, 
By  the  grace  that  is  free  for  us  all : 

Come  and  hear,  come  and  feel, 

While  with  rapture  I  tell 
What  my  Saviour  hath  done  for  my  soul. 

2  Up  removed  my  guilt 
Through  the  blood  that  he  spilt. 

And  new  life  from  his  death  I  receiv'd; 

Then  I  sung  the  new  song, 

With  my  heart  and  my  tongue, 
And  my  soul  to  salvation  believ'd. 

3  His  adorable  grace 
Through  my  life  I  can  trace. 

And  through  scenes  of  affliction  go  on  : 

With  my  Saviour  in  view, 

The  high  prize  I'll  pursue. 
Nor  be  weary,  nor  faint  as  I  run. 
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248  THE  CONVERT. 

4      The  good  shepherd  shall  keep 

His  once  wandering  sheep, 
Who  are  bro't  to  his  fold  he'll  defend  i 

'Twas  his  blood  that  I  cost, 

And  I  shall  not  be  lost, 
If  I  hold  on  my  way  to  the  end. 

HYMN"  248.  P.  M.  7  s.8c  6  s.£k 

1  "WW OW  lost  was  my  condition 
M.M.  Till  Jesus  made  me  whc 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul! 
The  worst  of  all  diseases, 

Is  light  compar'd  with  sin, 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes. 

But  rages  most  within. 

2  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain — 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost, 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

3  At  length  this  great  Physician — 

How  matchless  is  his  grace  1 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case — 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wond'rous  pow'r  to  save, 

4  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death: 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give, 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only— look— and  live, 
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THE  CONVERT.  249-50 

HYMN  249.  L-  M.— Medley. 

He  hath  dene  all  things  well.    Mark  vii.  37. 

1  "WTOW  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 
J^(    To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  raise : 
With  all  his  saints,  I'll  join  to  tell— 
"My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well." 

2  All  worlds  his  glorious  power  confess, 
His  wisdom  all  his  works  express ; 
But  O  I  his  love,  what  tongue  can  tell ! 
"My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well!" 

3  How  sov'reign,  wonderful  and  free, 
Has  been  his  love  to  sinful  me  ! 

He  pluck'd  me  as  a  brand  from  hell — 
"My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well." 

4  I  spurn'd  his  grace,  I  broke  his  laws, 
And  yet  he  undertook  my  cause  ; 
To  save  me  tho'  I  did  rebel ; 

"My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well." 

5  And  since  my  soul  hath  known  his  love, 
What  mercies  has  he  made  me  prove  ; 
Mercies  which  do  all  praise  excel — 
"My  Jssus  hath  done  all  things  well.' 

6  And  when  to  that  bright  world  1  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies : 
Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell, 
"My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well.' 


HYMN  250.  P-  M.  5  lines  8  s. 

Union  with  Christ. 
1  ^lOME  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
Qj  The  wonders  of  Immanuei ; 
Who  sav'd  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  heav'nly  union. 
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Col  THE  CONVERT. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high. 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  Jie, 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pit'ing  eye, 
And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by, 
With  God  you  have  no  union. 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  pray, 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly, 
It  griev'd  me  sore  that  I  must  die, 
I  sought  salvation  for  to  buy, 

But  still  I  found  no  union. 
i     4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin/  ~ 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in, 
And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean; 
And,  O!  what  seasons  Ihave  seen, 

E'er  since  I  felt  this  union. 

5  1  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  always  something  found  to  say 
About  this  heav'nly  union. 

6  Almighty  God,  teach  heart  and  tongue 
To  thee  to  raise  a  grateful  song  ; 

All  praises  to  thy  name  belong: 
Let  Zion  sing,  thy  kingdom  come, 
And  fill  the  world  with  union. 


HYMN  251.  L-  M.-Medley. 

1  "H"OIN  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
»J»    To  sing  his  everlasting  fame; 
Great  God,  prepare  each  heart  and  voice 
In  him  forever  to  rejoice. 

2  With  him  I  daily  love  to  walk, 
Of  him  my  soul  delights  to  talk  ; 
On  him  I  cast  my  ev'ry  care  ; 
Like  him  one  day  I  shall  appear. 

3  Take  him  for  strength  and  right'ousness, 
Make  him  thy  refuge  in  distress; 

Love  him  above  all  earthly  joy, 
And  him  in  ev'ry  thing  employ. 
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THE  convep.  r.  ^2-53 

4  Praise  him  in  cheerful,  grateful  songs, 
To  hhn  your  highest  praise  belongs ; 
Bless  him  who  does  your  heav'n  prepare, 
And  whom  you'll  praise  forever  there. 


HYMN  252.  fc  'M.  8  s.  6c  7  s.—W. 

1  l|jr AIL  !  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
JUL  Only  thee  T  wish  to  sing  ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  prophet,  priest  and  king. 

CHORUS. 
0 !  help  me  V  praise  m?  loving  Saviour, 

O  !  for  what  he's  done  for  me, 
Glory,  honor  and  salvation, 

Christ  thJ  Lord,  has  come  to  reign. 

2  O  !  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven, 

O!  what  joy  and  happiness! 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven  ; 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above, 
Whilst  astonish'd  I  admire 
God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

4  That  blest  moment  I  receiv'd  him, 

Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace, 
Love  I  much  1  I've  much  forgiven  ; 
I'm  a  miracle  of  gracd  ! 

HYMN  253.  L-  M— Cennick. 

1  TTESUS,  niy  a]1i  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
q3    He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue, 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
Tht-  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

vll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
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%54t  THE    CONVERT. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  had  been, 
Because  I  was  not  sav'd  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more. 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
Come  hither,  soul,  "I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am : 
Nothing  but  self  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God." 

HYMI  254.  C.  M.-Ryland. 

1  ¥N  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
JL  My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 

For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Thro*  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 

Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 

Tho'  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Thro'  duty  and  thro'  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  lam  bound 
— — To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home. 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be. 
Hinder  me  not— come  welcome  Lord, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 
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THE  CONVERT.  255-56 

HYMN  255.  L.  M. 

1  4~kH,  what  amazing  love  is  this  ! 
%_J  On  earth  I  taste  Immortal  bliss; 
I  feel  that  voice  which  is  divine, 
And  know  that  Jesus  Christ  is  mine. 

2  He  leads  me  on  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  feeds  my  soul  with  angel's  food ; 
My  soul  how  free  his  goodness  flows ! 
His  bleeding  love  no  limit  knows. 

3  My  soul  hath  found  my  Christ  to-day, 
I  feel  my  darkness  done  away; 

His  presence  made  my  bars  remove, 
And,  oh,  I  feast  on  heav'nly  love. 

4  I  feel  my  sins  are  all  forgiv'n, 

This  is  my  Christ,  my  all,  my  heav'n  ! 
My  soul  begins  her  lasting  theme, 
"All  glory  to  my  God  the  Lamb." 

HYMN  256.  C.  M. 

1  fkfl !  for  a  thousand  tibngues  to  sing 
%_W  My  dear  Redeemer's  praise ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  1 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  thro'  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinners  ears, 
'Tis  life  and  health  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 
161  t 


J'57-58  THE  CONVERT 

5  Had  I  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues, 
Not  one  should  silent  be  ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  thousand  hearts. 
I'd  give  them  all  to  thee. 

HYMN  257.  s-  M.— Hammond. 

1  A  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
./%_  Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his' rising  po.w'r; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing; 
*    Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day 
In  Christ  th'  eternal  king. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"Ye  blessed  children  come  '^ 

Soon  will  he* call  us  henie  away, 

And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

5  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMIV  258.  C   M.— Nkwto*. 

AMAZING  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound 
That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost  but  now  am  found — 
Was~ blind,  but  now  I  see. 
2-  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear 
And  grace'"  my  fears  reliev'd  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd. 
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THE  CONVERT.  259-60 

3  Thro1  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares 

I  have  already  come ; 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail. 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


HYMN  259,  S.  M. 

1  A    CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
J9l  A  God  to  glorify  ; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill  ; 
O  !  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 
To  do  my  master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  : 
And  O !  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  : 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


HYMN  260.  C.  M— Doddridge. 

1  Cor.  ix.  24. 
WAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  ev'ry  nerve, 


'A1 


And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 
2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 
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261  THE   CONVERT* 

3  TTis  Gods  all  animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  BlessM  Saviour  !  introduc'd  hy  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun ; 
And  crown'd  with  vict'ry  at  thy  feet 
Til  lay  my  honors  down. 

HYMN  261.  C.  M— Watts 

1  "IHKTHEN  God  feveaPd  bis  gracious  name 

▼  ▼     And  chang'd  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cried, 

And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine ; 
"Great  is  the  work."  my  heart  replied; 
"And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies. 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 
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THE  CHRISTIAN.  262-63 

THE  CHRISTIAN* 


HYMN  262.  L  M. 

1  fV^HE  christian  knows  his  God  aright, 

JB_    And  worships  him  with  strong  delight. 
He's  taught  of  God,  and  truly  wise, 
Still  sets  the  Lord  before  his  eyes 

2  The  Christian  hates  his  ev'ry  sin, 
Evils  external  or  within  ; 

And  with  an  humble,  contrite  heart 
From  all  that's  sinful  doth  depart. 

3  The  Christian  has  a  faith  divine, 
And  doth  to  faith  obedience  join  ; 
Believes  the  truth,  the  truth  obeys, 
And  always  walks  in  holy  ways. 

4  The  Christian  is  a  man  of  God, 

He  takes  the  pure  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
All  his  affections  rise  above, 
And  all  his  heart  is  full  of  love. 

5  The  Christian  shines  with  lustre  bright, 
His  understanding's  full  of  light ; 

To  Jesus  Christ  he's  wholly  giv'n. 
And  is  indeed  a  form  of  heav'n. 

6  To  thee,  O !  Lord,  my  soul  aspires, 
And  kindles  with  seraphic  fires; 
The  real  Christian  I  would  be, 

And  live  conform'd  to  heav'n  and  thee. 


HYMJV  263.  C.  M. 

I  ~MMY  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 
jylL  And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  lost  in  thine, 
4.n*l  all  renewed  I  am. 
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264  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand 

And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  steadfastly  by  faith  I  stand, 
And  all  thy  goodness  know. 

3  Jesus,  thine  all  victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 

4  O !  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow ; 
Burn  up  the  dress  of  base  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow. 

5  0 1  that  it  now  from  heav'n  might  fall 

And  all  my  sins  consume  : 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  T  call, 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 

6  Refining  fire  go  through  my  heart. 

Illuminate  my  soul  ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  ev'ry  part, 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

7  Sorrow  and  sin  shall  then  expire, 

When  enter'd  into  rest, 
I  only  live  my  God  t'  admire, 
My  God  forever  blest. 

8  My  steadfast  soul  from  falling  free, 

Shall  then  no  longer  rove  ; 
But  Christ  be  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 


HYMN  264.  C.  M.— Watts. 

The  Christian's  confidence. 

1  'VMT'HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

▼  ▼     To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 
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THE    CHRISTIAN.  265-66 


Then  lean  smile  at  Satan's  rage 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


HYMN  265.  L.  M.. 

1  ~W    ET  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 
Jul  That  leads  the  soul  away  from  God : 
This  happiness,  dear  Lord,  be  mine, 

To  live  and  die  entirely  thine. 

2  On  Christ,  by  faith,  my  soul  would  live, 
Prom  him,  my  life,  my  all  receive ; 

To  him  devote  my  fleeting  hours. 
Serve  him  alone  with  all  my  pow'rs. 

3  Christ  is  my  everlasting  all, 
To  him  I  look,  on  him  I  call  ; 
He  will  my  ev'ry  want  supply, 
In  time,  and  thro'  eternity. 

HYMN  266.  C.  M. 

1  TTESUS,  the  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
%JP    Be  thou  my  heart's  delight ; 
Ever  to  me  the  same  remain, 

My  joy  by  day  and  night. 

2  Hungry  and  thirsty  after  thee 

May  I  be  found  each  hour, 
Humble  in  heart,  and  happy  kept 
By  thine  Almighty  power. 

3  O  !  may  I  never  once  forget 

What  a  poor  worm  I  am  ; 
From  death  and  he*!  .jedeem'd  by  blood, 
The  .blood  of  God's  dear  Lainb. 
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4  May  thy  blest  Spirit,  in  my  heart, 

Most  sweetly  shed  abroad 
The  love  of  my  incarnate  God, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood. 

5  The  mystery  of  redeeming  love 

Be  ever  dear  to  me  ; 
And  may  the  flesh  and  blood  of  Christ 
My  daily  manna  be. 

HYMN  267.  C.  M. -Watts. 

,1  T^l"Y  God„the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
iTJL  The,ljfe  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of, my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 
4J,In  darkest  shades  if  thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 
3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 
A  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 
,Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 
5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith, 
.Would  bear  me  conq'rer  through. 


HYMN  268.  L.  M.— Grigg 

Not  ashamed  of  Jesus. 

JESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  he, 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee' 
Asham'd  of  thee  whom  ansrels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  daysi 
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2  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  I  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he 
Bright  morning  Star  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  '  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  l 
No:  when  I  blush— be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Now  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Yes  now,  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And,  O  !  may  this  my  glory  be  ; 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 


HYMN  269.  C.  M.— Watts. 

Holy  fortitude.    1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 

1  1  Mia  soldier  of  the  cross, 
J±  A  follow'r  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ? 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas. 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase,  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
With  faith's  discerning  eye. 

16y 


270-71  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

C  When  that  illust'ous  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


HYMN  270.  C.  M. 

1  f  BlHE  cross  of  Jesus  purifies, 

JL    From  self  and  sin  sets  free  ; 
His  cross  does  make  us  truly  wise, 
And  brings  humility. 

2  Reproaches,  persecution,  shame, — 

These  must  the  Christian  bear; 

But  when  sustain'd  for  Jesus'  name, 

How,  light  these  burthens  are  ? 

3  Must  we  endure  some  earthly  loss, 

Some  keen  distresses  prove  ? 

If  these  are  part  of  Jesus'  cross, 

We'll  bear  them  all  in  love. 

4  Must  sharp  temptations  too  beset, 

And  inward  conflicts  seize? 

The  faithful  soul  will  not  forget 

That  these  shall  end  in  ease. 

5  When  sin  is  dead  our  spirits  rest, 

Comfort  and  peace  are  giv'n, 
The  inner  man  serenely  blest, 
We  taste  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  271.  S.  M—Heath. 

Watch  and  pray.    Mat.  xxvi.  41. 

1  T^'B'Y  soul  be  on  thy  guard, 
XtJl  Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard ; 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O.'  watch,  and  fight  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  ev'ry  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 
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3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
'Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


HYMJV  272.  P-M.  11  s.— Lennadt. 

1  ¥¥°w  fi™  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
JLM.  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  I 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled ! 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea. 

As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

3  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O!  be  not  dismay'd. 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 
Upheld  by  my  right'ous,  omnipotent  hand,    [stand, 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 
Foil  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless; 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design, 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love, 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  these'  temples  adorn 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  cannot  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  t$  shake, 
I'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake." 
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273-74  THK  CHRISTIAN. 

HYMN  273.  C.  M. 

1  "MJEJOICE,  believer  in  the  Lord,  • 
MM>  Who  makes  your  cause  his  own  ; 

The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

2  Tho'  many  foes  beset  your  road, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm, 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  Cod, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or  fainting  shall  not  die  ; 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint 
Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 

4  As  surely  as  he  overcame 

And  triumph'd  once  for  you, 
So  surely  you  that  love  his  name 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 

HYMN  274.  M.  7's  — Cowper 

Refuge  for  the  tempted.    Deut.  sxxviii.  28. 


\T 


Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly  ; 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  nigh ! 

2  Hide  me,  O  !  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide. 
O !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

3  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone — 
Still  support  and  comfort  me. 

4  All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring : 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
Wiethe  shadow  of  thv  wing. 
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6  Thou  of  life  the  fountain  arty 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heflrt- 
Rise  to  all  etefnity ! 


HYMN  275.  C.  M.— Doddridge. 

1  TTESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
*JP    'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 

Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  but  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 
And,  dying,  triumph  in  thy  cross, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


HYMN  276.  C.  M.— Cowper. 

1  ¥¥ OW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
JLJL  Tn  a  believer's  ear! 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fears. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole  ' 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ;  - 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 
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$77-78  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

3  Jesus  !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
My  prophet,  priest,  and  king  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

HYM^  277.  C.  M. 

1  ~W  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives 
JL  And  ever  prays  for  me  : 

A  token  of  his  love  he  gives — 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  Thy  love  I  soon  expect  to  find 

In  all  its  depth  and  height  ; 
To  comprehend  th'  eternal  mind 
And  grasp  the  infinite. 

3  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

Of  Paradise  possess'd, 

I  taste  unutterable  bliss, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

HYMN  278.  S.  M.— Watts 

1  "%1"Y  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
!.▼_■_  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
1  cannot  live  if  thou,  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

3  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 

With  infinite  desire, 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  high'r. 
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HYMN  279,  P.M.  8,8,7,8,8,7,4,8,4,8. 

1  TTJ[OW  blight  appears  the  morning  star, 
J.JL  With  grace  and  truth  beyond  compare— 

The  royal  root  of  Jesse  : 
O!  David's  son,  of  Jacob's  line, 
My  soul  belov'd  and  king  benign, 

Thou'rt  come  from  heav'n  to  bless  me. 
Precious,  gracious, 
Fair  and  glorious,  e'er  victor'ous, 
Is  my  Saviour, 
Nought  but  he  can  please  me  ever. 

2  How  doth  my  needy  soul  rejoice 
That  Christ  whom  I  so  richly  prize, 

Is  Lord  of  life  and  glory  ; 
At  last  he'll  bring  me  to  that  place, 
Where  all  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

Shall  be  disclos'd  before  me. 
Amen,  Amen  ! 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come  release  rae  ; 
O  come  speedy, 
Lord,  to  meet  thee  I  am  ready. 


HYMN  280. P.M.  6,6,6,4,6,6,6,6,6,4, 

1  TTOW  precious  is  the  name ! 

Mm.  Brethren  sing,  brethren  sing, 

How  precious  is  the  name  1 

Brethren  sing, 

How  precious  is  the  name ! 

Of  Christ,  the  paschal  Lamb, 

Who  bore  our  guilt  and  shame, 

On  the  tree. 
3  I've  given  all  for  Christ, 

He's  my  all,  he's  my  all ;    :||: 

I've  given  all  for  Christ, 

And  my  spirit  cannot  rest, 

Unless  he's  rn  my  breast, 

Reigning  there,  reigning  there.    :§: 
3  His    easy  yoke  I'll  bear 

With  delight,  with  delight ;    :|1: 
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281  THE   DOUBTING. 

His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear 
And  his  cross  I  will  not  fear ; 
His  name  I  will  declare, 
Ever  more,  ever  more.    :||: 
4  And  when  we  all  get  home 
We  will  sing,  we  will  sing ;    :g: 
And  when  we  all  get  home, 
Around  our  Father's  throne, 
And  myriads  join  the  theme, 
We'll  sing  on,  we'll  sing  on.    :||: 


THE  DOUBTING. 


HYMN  281*  C.  M.— Nkwto* 

Perplexity  and  doubts  relieved. 

1  J-TNCERTAIN  how  the  way  to  find 
,^J    Which  to  salvation  led, 

I  listen'd  long,  with  anxious  mind, 
To  hear  what  others  said. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  tofd, 

I  fear'd  that  t  was  wrong ; 

For  I  was  stupid,  dead  and  cold, 

Had  neither  joy  nor  song. 

3  The  Lord,  my  lab'ring  heart  relieved! 

And  made  by  burden  light  J 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believ'd; 
Supposing  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talk'd, 

Of  anguish  and  dismay, 
Thro'  what  distresses  they  had  walk'd, 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

5  Ah  !  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain, 

For  I  had  liv'd  st  ease ; 
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I  wished  for  all  my  fears  again  ; 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish,  the  Lord  disclos'd 

The  evils  of  my  heart ; 
And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 
To  Satan's  fi'ry  dart. 

7  Alas !  "I  now  must  give  it  up," 

I  cried  in  deep  despair  ; 
How  could  I  dream  of  drawing  hope, 
From  what  I  cannot  bear. 

8  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid, 

And  when  he  set  me  free, 
"Trust  simply  on  my  word,"  he  said 
"And  leave  the  rest  to  me." 


HYMN  282.      M-  7  s.— Newton. 

Lovest  thou  me  ?    John  xxi.  15, 

1  f  nniS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

B     Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus, 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  he  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild, 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

177  M 


283  THE  DOUBTING. 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Could  I  joy  the  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  way  I  once  abhor'd, 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day.    " 


HYMN  283.  C.  M.—  Cowper. 

Contrite  heart.    Isa.  lvii.  15. 

1  fW^HE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

JL    On  contrite  hearts  bestow; 
Then  tell  me  gracious  God,  is  mine, 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain. 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee  if  I  could, 
,But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But  when  I  cry,  "My  strength  renew." 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  pray'r, 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
Bui  rind  no  comfort  there. 
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6  O !  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache, 
Decide  this  doubt  for  ine  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 


«®o- 


ON  BACKSLIDING. 


HYMN  284.  C.  M.— Newton. 

0  that  I  were  as  in  months  past.    Job  xxxix.  2. 

1  £<  WEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
£5  The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 

And  bring  me  home  to  God, 

2  Soon  as  the  light  the  morn  renew'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail'd 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  spreads  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm; 
1  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  pray'r  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 

1  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

5  Then  to  his  saints  I  often  spoke 

Of  what  his  love  had  done  ; 
But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke, 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 

6  Now  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

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285  ON  BACKSLIDING 

7  My  prayers  are  now  an  empty  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face ; 
I  read,  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

8  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  his  prey  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail— 
O  !  come  without  delay. 


HYMN  285.  S.  M. 

1  ¥¥OW  can  I  vent  my  grief? 
JLM.  My  comforter  is  fled; 
By  day  I  sigh  without  relief, 

And  groan  upon  my  bed. 

2  I  once  enjoy'd  my  Lord ; 

Liv'd  happy  in  his  love, 
Delighted  in  his  holy  word, 
And  sought  my  rest  above. 

3  But,  O!  alas,  my  soul 

Where  is  my  comfort  now? 
Why  did  I  let  my  love  grow  cold  ? 
Ah  !  why  to  idols  bow  ? 

4  How  little  did  I  think, 

When  first  I  did  begin, 
To  join  a  little  with  the  world,        , 
It  was  so  great  a  sin. 

5  I  thought  I  might  conform, 

Nor  singular  appear. 
Converse  and  dress  as  others  did, 
But  now  I  feel  the  snare. 

6  My  confidence  is  gone ; 

I  find  no  words  to  say ; 
Barren  and  lifeless  is  my  soul, 
When  I  attempt  to  pray. 

7  I  feel  asham'd  to  bow, 

When  with  the  saints  I  meet; 
While  on  their  knees  my  brethren  cry, 
I  stand  or  keep  my  seat. 
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8  My  soul !  this  will  not  do, 

Thy  day  is  almost  past ; 
I  must  repent  and  turn  to  God, 
Or  sink  to  hell  at  last. 

9  Trembling  to  Chri  st  I'll  fly, 

And  all  my  sins  confess  ; 
At  Jesus'  cross  I'll  humbly  fall, 
And  ask  restoring  grace. 

10  I'll  mortify  my  pride  ; 

Myself  I  will  deny  ; 
And  if  I  perish,  Lord  at  last 
Beneath  thy  cross  I'll  die. 


HYMN  286.  C.  M._ Cowper. 

1  f~k  !  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
\_W  A  cairn  and  heav'nly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  bless'dness  I  knew 

When  fust  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  !  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

What'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  withXJod, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 
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287-88  ON  BACKSLIDING. 

HYMN  287.  C.  M. 

1  f^lOME,  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
\j  One  God,  in  person  three, 

Bring  back  the  heav'nly  blessing  lost 
By  all  minkind  and  me. 

2  Thy  favor,  and  thy  nature  too, 

To  me,  "to  all  restore ; 
Forgive  and  after  God  renew, 
And  keep  me  evermore. 

3  Eternal  Son  of  right'ousness, 

Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glories  of  thy  face. 
Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 

4  Light  in  thy  light.  O !  may  I  see, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove ; 
Reviv'd  and  cheer'd  and  blest  by  thee 
The  God  of  pard'ning  love. 

5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between  ; 
The  Godhead  reconcil'd. 

6  That  all  comprising  peace  bestow, 

On  me,  through  grace  forgiv'n  ; 
The  joy  of  holiness  below, 
And  then  the  joy  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  288.  P.  M.  8  lines,  8  s.— W 

1  TfTOW  ted'ous  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
JLjL  When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 

Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flow'rs, 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me. 

The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 

But  when  I  am  in  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume. 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
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ON  BACKSLIDING.  .    289 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  ; 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear, 
No  mortal  more  happy  than  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year 
3  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song! 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 

And  why^re  my  winters  so  long? 
O!  .drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky. 

Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore: 
O  !  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


HYMJV289.  C  M.— Watts. 

Complaining  of  spiritual  Sloth. 

1  "]WJ"Y  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
XYH.  Awake  my  sluggish  soul  : 
Nothing  has  half  the  work  to  do, 

Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  Go  to  the  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 

See  how  they  toil  and  strive  ? 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live. 

3  We  for  whom  God,  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labor'd  for  our  good  ; 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood? 

4  Lord  shall  we  live  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  Holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

5  Help  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  vig'rous  souls  to  jise, 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love. 
To  fly  and  take  t;he  prize. 
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290  ON  BACKSLIDING. 

HYMX  f$f>.  P-  &:  6,6,9,6,6,9. 

1  AH!  but  where  am  I  now? 
J^sL.  And  why  was  it  and  how, 
That  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace? 

I  am  brought  into  thrall; 
I  am  strip't  of  my  all ; 
I  am  banish'd  from  Jesus'  face. 

2  Hardly  yet  do  I  know, 
How  I  let  my  Lord  go  ; 

So  insensibly  started  aside; 

But  what'er  was  the  cause, 

I  lament  the  sad  loss, 
For  the  veil  is  come  over  my  heart. 

3  Now.  no  tongue  can  declare, 
The  keen  torment  I  bear, 

While  no  end  of  my  troubles  I  see. 

Only  Adam  could  tell, 

On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
And  was  turn'd  out  of  Eden  like  me. 

4  Driven  out  from  my  God, 
I  now  wander  abroad  ; 

Through  a  desert  of  sorrow  I  rove  ; 

And  how  great  is  my  pain, 

That  I  cannot  regain 
My  lost  Eden  of  Jesus'   love! 

5  Ah  !  shall  I  ever  rise 
To  my  first  paradise  ? 

Ever  come  my  Redeemer  to  see  ? 

Yes  I  feel  a  faint  hope, 

That  at  last  he  will  stoop, 
And  his  pitv  shall  bring  him  to  me. 
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PRAYER,  &C.  291-92 

PRAYER  FOR  A  REVIVAL, 


HYMN  291.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7— N 

Prayer  for  a  revival.    Ps.  Ixxxv.  6.    Hab.  iii.  2. 

1  OjAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
J5  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation. 

Unless  thou  return  again. 
Lord  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance. 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest  for  want  of  thy  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 
Lord  revive  us,  &,c. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs  ; 
Let  each  one  esteem  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
Lord  revive  us,  &c. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  pow'r. 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
Lord  revive  us,  &c. 


HYMN  292.  L-  M.— Doddridge. 

On  a  fast  day,  for  the  revival  of  religion  ;  or,  The 
vision  of  dry  bones.    Ez.  xxxvii.  3. 

I  "■"    OOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
M-d  See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  : 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground*, 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 
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293-94  PRAYER   FOR 

2  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live, 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive  ? 
That  mighty  God  to  thee  is  known, 
That  wond'rous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain  ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vajn  they  cry, 
Till  thine  Almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deigns  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death ; 
Dry  bones  obey  thypow'rful  voice, 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

HYMN  293.  S.  M.-Hart. 

1  ^iOME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

~  \^J  Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

t  Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 
^nd  to  our  wond'rihg  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'Tjs  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
,,  To  sanctify  the  soul ; 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  ev'ry  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 
And  kindle  in  our  hearts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


HYMN  294.  L  M. 

t  "IT  LONG  to  see  the  season  come, 
JL  When  sinners  shall  come  flocking  home; 
To  taste  the  riches  of  God's  love, 
And  seek  the  joys  that  are  above. 
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A  REVIVAL.  295 

2  Hark!  how  the  gospel  trumpets  sound, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around  ; 

Behold  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  A  few  days  more  and  you. must  go 
To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  wo  ; 

In  worlds  of  bliss  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns  to  hell. 

4  Come  now,  poor  sinner,  counsel  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake  ; 

This  world  give  o'er,  leave  friends  behind, 
In  Christ  redemption  you  shall  find. 

5  Take  your  companions  by  the  hand, 
And  your  connexion  in  a  band  ; 

*  And  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call, 
For  he  can  bless  and  save  them  all, 


HYMJV  295.  L  M.— Kinsbury. 

Isaiah  Ivii.  6,  7. 

1  ^1  REAT  Lord  of  all  thy  churches,  hear, 
^JET  Thy  minister's  and  people's  pray'r  ; 
Perfum'd  by  thee,  O  !  may  it  rise 

Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies. 

2  Revive  thy  churches  with  thy  grace, 
Heal  all  our  breaches,  grant  us  peace. 
Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame 
With  ardent  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 

3  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive, 
Dead  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  live  ; 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find, 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

4  May  aged  saints,  rhatur'd  with  grace, 
Abound  in  fruits  of  holiness  ; 

And  when  translated  to  the  skies, 
May  younger  in  their  stead  arise. 

5  Thus  we  our  suppliant  voices  raise, 
And  weeping  sow  the  seed  of  praise, 
In  humble  hope  that  thou  wilt  hear' 
Thy  minister's  and  people's  pray'r". 

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296-97  PRAYER  FOR 

HYMN  296.  P.  M.  6  lines,  8  s.-D 

1  "W^TERNAL  Spirit,  source   of  light, 
Mid  Enliv'ning,  consecrating  fire, 
Descend  and  with  celestial  heat 

Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire  ; 
Our  souls  refine,  our  dross  consume — 
Come  !  condescending  Spirit,  come ! 

2  In  our  cold  breasts,  O  !  strike  a  spark 

Of  the  pure  flame  which  Seraphs  feel ; 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark, 

Or  lie  benumb'd  and  stupid  still ; 
Come,  vivifying  spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  constant  home. 

3  Let  pure  devotion's  fervor  rise, 

Let  every  pious  passion  glow ; 
O!  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below ; 
Come,  condescending  spirit  come, 
And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  home. 


HYMN  297.  P.M.  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

Prayer  for  unconverted  relatives. 

1  IT    ORD,  our  ransom'd  souls  adore  thee, 
MJi  Thou  our  joy  and  portion  art: 
Day  and  night  we  plead  before  thee — 

Answer  Lord— thy  grace  impart, 
Send  thy  spirit, 
Pierce  the  stubborn  sinners'  heart. 

2  Ah  !  dear  Lord,  they're  bound  for  ruin, 

Hast'ning  down  to  endless  wo  : 
While  their  danger  we  are  viewing, 

Streams  of  briny  sorrow  flow, 
Lord  alarm  them, 
Or  to  ruin  they  must  go  ! 

3  See,  dear,  Lord,  our  near  connexions, 

Dear  companions  all  around, 
Brothers,  sisters,  children,  parents, 
Down  to  desperation  bound. 
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A   REVIVAL.  297 

Jesus  save  them, 
Let  the  lost  again  be  found. 
Pray'rs  and  tears  alas  !  we've  vented; 

Shall  we  weep  and  pray  in  vain? 
Yet  alas,  they  seem  contented; 
Nought  but  scoffs  and  frowns  we  gain  : 
Jesus  save  them, 
Save  them,  Lord,  from  endless  pain. 

5  Death,  it  may  be,  now  is  near  them, 

Soon  they'll  feel  his  cold  embrace  : 
Gracious  heaven  !  shall  we  hear  them 

Mourn  thy  long  rejected  grace  ? 
Lord  constrain  them 
Now  to  seek  a  Saviour's  face. 

6  Lord,  we  view  the  separation 

At  thy  great  tremendous  bar  ; 
Mourning,  weeping,  lamentation, 

Must  be  their  employment  there  : 
Must  we  see  them 
Stand  their  awful  doom  to  hear? 

7  Must  we  there  be  separated, 

Never,  never  more  to  meet  ? 
Mournful  scene,  long  contemplated, 

Lord,  and  is  there  mercy  yet? 
Lay  them  prostrate, 
Precious  Jesus,  at  thy  feet. 

8  Lord,  display  thy  matchless  power,     ' 

Pierce  their  stubborn  hearts  of  stone. 
Make  them  dread  that  awful  hour — 
Bow  them  Lord,-  before  thy  throne  : 
Save  them  Jesus, 
Save  them,  save  them  for  thine  own. 
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298-99  REJOICING  IN 

REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 


HYMN  298.  C.  M. 

1  WIFE'S  come,  let  every  knee  be  bent, 
MJL  All  hearts,  new  joy  resume  ; 
Sing,  ye  redeem'd  with  one  consent, 

"The  comforter  is  come." 

2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love, 

Could  God  on  man  bestow  ? 
Angels  for  this  rejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below. 

HYMN  299.  P.  M.  8  s  &  7  s 

1  TTJTARK!  the  jubilee  is  sounding, 
JLJL  O  !  the  joyful  news  is  come  ! 
Free  salvation,  grace  abounding, 
By  and  through  God's  only  son. 
Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 

To  revive  his  work  again. 

Glory,  honor  and  salvation, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Come,  young  friends,  pray  don't  reject  him, 
Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime  ; 

Choose  salvation,  don't  reject  it, 
O!  embrace  it,  now's  your  time  : 
Turn  to  the  Lord  and  seek  salvation, 
Sound  the  praise  of  his  dear  name. 
Olory,  honor,  SfC. 

3  Now  Jet  each  one  cease  from  sinning, 
Follow  Christ,  the  call  obey, 

And  our  souls  shall  find  a  blessing, 
Seeking  Jesus  in  the  way  ; 
Golden  moments  we've  neglected, 
Oh .'  the  time  we've  spent  in  vain. 
Olory,  honor,  #c. 
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A  REVIVAL.  300-1 

4  Come,  dear  brethren,  praise  your  Jesus, 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore. 
May  his  great  love  now  constrain  us, 
His  great  name  for  to  adore; 
O !  then  let  us  join  together 
Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain. 
Olory,  honor,  #c. 


HYMN  300.  C.  M. 

1  ^lOlVVINC'D  of  sin,  men  now  begin 
H^7  To  call  upon  the  Lord  ; 
Trembling  they  pray,  and  mourn  the  day, 

In  which  they  scorn'd  his  word. 

2  Young  converts  sing,  and  praise  their  King, 

And  bless  God's  Holy  name  ; 
While  older  saints,  leave  their  complaints, 
And  joy  to  join  the  theme. 

3  God's  chariot  rolls,  and  frights  the  souls 

Of  those  who  hate  the  truth  ; 
And  saints  in  pray'r  cry,  "Lord  draw  near, 
Have  mercy  on  the  youth — 

4  Pour  down  a  shovv'r  of  thy  great  pow'r, 

On  ev'ry  aching  heart  ; 
On  all  who  try,  and  humbly  cry, 
That  they  may  have  a  part. 

5  Come,  sinners,  all,  hear  now  God's  call, 

And  pray  with  one  accord  ; 
Saints,  raise  your  songs,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  hail  th'  approaching  Lord. 

HYMN  301.  C.  M.— Hoskins 

Great  joy  in  that  city.    Acts  viii.  8. 
OW  much  the  hearts  of  those  revive, 


H 


That  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive 
By  his  all  iiuick'ning  word, 
191 


302  REJOICING  IN 

2  The  parent  views  with  joyful  eyes, 

His  new  returning  son, 
And  in  ecstatic  joy  he  cries, 
"What  hath  the  Saviour  done  7" 

3  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice, 

When  souls  the  word  receive ! 
When  sinners  hear  the  Saviours  voice 
And  in  the  Lord  believe. 

4  The  Church  of  God  their  praises  join, 

And  of  salvation  sing  ; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine     -**■* 
Of  their  victorious  king. 

5  In  heaven  above  there's  joy  and  praise, 

Before  the  Lord  most  high  ; 
Th'  angelic  choirs  their  'voices  raise,* 
And  with  each  other  vie. 

6  But  greater  joy  must  they  possess 

Who  feel  the  glorious  change ; 
Their  lab'ring  tongues  can  but  express 
How  true,  but  yet  how  strange  ! 


HYMN  302.  C.  M.— Hoskins. 

Jailor's  conversion.    Acts  xvi.  30,  31. 

1  ~W   ORD  we  adore  thy  matchless  ways 
M-jt  In  bringing  souls  to  thee  ; 

We  sing  and  shout  eternal  praise 
For  grace  so  full  and  free. 

2  "What  must  I  do,"  the  Jailor  cries, 

"To  save  my  sinking  soul  ?"    . 
"Believe  in  Christ."  the  world  replies, 
"Thy  faith  shall  make  thee  whole." 

3  BeJieve,  believe,  the  gospel  cries, 

'  *!This  is  the  living  way  ;" 
From  faith  in  Christ  our  hopes  arise, 
And  shine  to  perfect  day. 

4  Come  sinners,  then,  the  Saviour  trust, 

To  wash  you  in  his  blood  ; 
To  change  your  hearts,  subdue  your  lust, 
And  bring  you  home  to  God. 
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A  REVIVAL.  303-4 

HYMN  303.  C.  M.~ Doddridge. 

1  TJT  ARK  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviout  comes, 
Jffl.  The  Saviour  promis'd  long! 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  release,  , 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  : 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

4  Our  <*lad  Hosannas,  prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


HYMN  304.  P-  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8— T. 

1  1TJLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
JCp  The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 

Let  all  the  nations  know 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come. 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 
Through  all  the  land  proclaim ; 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

3  Servants   of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
193  N 


305  REJOICING  IN 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  : 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  the  Saviours  face  : 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  high  priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made, 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad ! 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinner's  home. 

HYMN  305.  P.  M.  6,6,9,6,6,9. 

1'  &"kJI '  how  happy  are  they 
%Jy  Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  i    , 

Tongue  can  never  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  his  earliest  love  ! 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lambj 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  1 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat. 
And  the  lover  of  sinneA  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song, 

O  !  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  I 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  suchv  a  rebel  as  mc 


a  revival.       ,  306 

On  thye  wings  of  his  love 

1  was  carried  above. 
All  my  sin  and  temptation,  and  pain  ; 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve  ; 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again, 

6  I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justified  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat : 

My  glad  soul  mounted  high'r, 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O  !  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  bless'd, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


HYMX  306,  C.  M. 

1  ►rMlHERE'S  joy  in  heav'n,  and  joy  on  earth, 

-i  1_    Wh<m  prodigals  return, 
Tt  ■>  see  desponding  souls  rejoice, 
^And  haughty  sinners  mourn. 

2  "Coiiie  saints  and  hear  what  God  hath  done," 

Is  i\  reviving  sound, 
O !  mi  ay  it  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
E'en   all  the  globe  around. 

3  Often,  o  !  sov'reign  Lord !  renew 

The  \  vonders  of  this  day  ; 
That  Je  sus  here  may  see  his  seed, 
And  £  atan  lose  his  prey. 

4  Great  Go  d,  the  work  is  all  thine  own, 

Thine    be  the  praises  too, 
Let  ever.\ »  heart  and  every  tongue 
Give  lh(il-  the  glory  due, 


30?"  REJOICING,  &C. 

HYMI  307,  C.  M. 

Luke  xv.  11—24. 

1  A  FFLICTIONS,  tho'  they  seern  sever* 
x3L  In  mercy  oft  are  sent ; 

They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  caus'd  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relentings  felt 

'Till  he  had  spent  his  store  ; 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 

3  "What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 

i'But  hunger,  shame  and  fear  ? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here." 

4  "I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face  : 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servants  place." 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back, 

He  saw  and  ran  and  smil'd  ; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

6  "Father  I've  sinn'd,  but  O!  forgive"— 

"Enough,"  the  father  said, 
"Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead." 

7  "Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

Go  spread  the  news  around. 

My  son  was  dead  but  lives  again, 

Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8  Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home  ; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 
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INQUIRY  MEETINGS.  308 

HYMNS 

FOR 

INQUIRY   MEETINGS. 


HYMN  308.  P.  M.  7  s  &  6  s. 

OME  n^y  friend,  and  let  us  try,  \ 
For  a  little  season, 
Every  burden  to  lay  by  ; 
Come  and  let  us  reason. 


'C 


<i  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down, 
What  is  this  that  grieves  you  1 
Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Christ  at  times  by  faith  I  view, 

And  it  doth  relieve  me  : 
But  my  doubts  return  anew, 
They  are  those  that  grieve  me. 

4  Troubled  like  the  restless  sea, 

Feeble,  faint  and  fearful, 
Plagu'd  with  ev'ry  sore  disease, 
How  can  I  be  cheerful ! 

5  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore 

In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  at  ev'ry  pore, 
To  procure  thy  pardon. 

6  View  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying; 
See  he  suffer'd  this  for  thee, 
Therefore  be  believing. 
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309-10         INQUIRY   MEETINGS. 

7  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame  ? 
Sisters,  don't  you  love  him  ? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name, 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 
P  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more, 
Soon  we'll  meet  in  heaven ; 
There  we'll  join  the  saints  above, 
s      And  forever  pr.aise  him. 


HYMN  309.  P.  M.  7  s  &  6  S.—C 

1  ^iOME,  my  soul  betore  the  Lamb, 
%>J  Fall  and  do  him  reverence  I 
Bless  him  for  his  blood  and  name, 

Sing  his  great  deliv'rance. 

2  Cast  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

Leave  them  with  thy  Saviour ; 
He,  whose  hands  for  thee  were  bor'd, 
Can  and  will  deliver. 

3  Why  should  sorrow  bow  thee  down, 

Trials  or  temptation  ? 
Is  not  Christ  upon  the  throne, 
Still  thy  strong  salvation  7 

4  Roll  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

Leave  them  with  thy  Saviour ; 
He,  whose  hands  for  thee  were  bor'd, 
Can  and  will  deliver. 


HYMN  310.  S.  M. 

1  A  ND  shall  I  yet  delay, 
^5L  My  little  all  to  give  ; 

To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
My  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  1  yield  ! 

I  will  hold  out  no  more  : 
I  sink  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
And  own  the  conqueror. 
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INQUIRY   MEETINGS.  311 


3  Tfeo'  late,  I  ail  forsake, 

My  friends,  my  all  resign, 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O !  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

For  hence  again  remove  ; 
Settle  and  fix  nay  wav'ring  soul, 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 


HYMN  311.  C  M. 

1  #~iOME  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
%^J  And  all  with  one  accord, 

In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join, 
Ourselves  to  Christ,  the  Lord. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  thro'  Jesus'  pow'r ; 

His  name  tq  glorify  ; 
And  promise  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make, 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ! 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear. 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleas'd  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now. 

5  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply 

Which  takes  our  sins  away, 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 
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312-13      EXPERIENCE  MEETINGS 

HYMNS 

FOR  THE  USE  OF 

EXPERIENCE  MEETINGS, 


HYMN  312.  L   M. 

1  TkXOW  we  are  met  in  holy  fear, 
±%    To  hear  the  happy  saints  declare 
The  free  compassion  of  a  God, 

The  virtues  of  a  Saviours  blood. 

2  Jesus  assist  them  now  to  tell 

What  they  have  felt  and  how  they  feel ; 
O  !  Saviour  help  them  to  express 
The  wonders  of  triumphant  grace. 

3  While  to  the  church  they  freely  own 
What  for  their  souls  the  Lord  hath  done, 
We'd  join  to  praise  eternal  love, 

And  heighten  all  the  joys  above. 

HYMN  313.  P-  M.  8,8,6.8,8,6.-Kent. 
Mat.  xvii.  20. 

1  66^KTHERE  two  or  three  together  meet, 

vv     "My  love  and  mercy  to  repeat, 

"And  tell  what  I  have  done, 
"There  will  I  be,"  saith  God,  "to  bless, 
"And  ev'ry  burden'd  soul  redress, 

"Who  worships  at  my  throne." 

2  Make  one  in  this  assembly,  Lord,   , 
Speak  to  each  heart  some  cheering  word 

To  set  the  spirit  free  ; 
Impart  a  kind,  celestial  show'r, 
And  grant  that  we  may  spend  an  houv 

In  fellowship  with  thee. 
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EXPERIENCE  MEETINGS       314-15 

HYMN  314.  G.  M.—Stennett. 

Ps.  lxvi.  16. 

1  jpiOME  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
\j  And  listen  while  I  tell 
How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd, 

The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 

2  The  flatt'ring  joys  of  sense 

Assail'd  my  foolish  heart, 
While  Satan  with  malicious  skill 
Guided  the  pois'nous  dart. 

3  I  fell  beneath  the  stroke, 

But  fell  to  rise  again  ; 
My  anguish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
And  pleasures  sprung  from  pain, 

4  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief, 

Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind  ; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

5  At  length  to  God  I  cried : 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh; 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
Salvation  from  on  high. 

6  My  drooping  head  he  rais'd, 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd  ; 
Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 

7  O !  may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God, 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 


HYMN  315.  L-  M.— Newtom. 

KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

201 


316  EXPERIENCE  MEETINGS. 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet. 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  wordly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus: 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 
Who  liv'd,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below  ; 

The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 

And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

HYMN  316.  L-  M. 

i  "%TR7"E  now  have  heard  our  brethren  tell 
▼  V     How  they  escap'd  the  snares  of  hell  | 
They  all  relate  that  conq'ring  grace 
Which  gives  them  in  the  church  a  place. 

2  The  testimony  they  have  giv'n, 

Now  proves  that  they  are  heir's  of  heav'n  ; 
Our  fellowship  to  them  we  give- 
Now  we'll  unite  in  Christ  to  live. 

3  Let  sinners  now  behold  and  see 
How  we  in  Christ,  in  love  agree  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  shall  separate 
The  fellowship  we  now  relate. 

4  AH  sinful  pleasures  we'll  deny, 

Like  right'ous  men  we'll  live  and  die- 
Like  angels  we  shall  shine  at  last, 
When  all  this  storm  of  life  is  past. 
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TIME.  317-18 

TIME. 


HYMN  317.  L-  M.-Scott 

Importance  of  time. 

1  £\H  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh, 
\Jr  How  few  will  estimate  a  day .' 
Days,  months  and  years  are  rolling  on, 
The  soul  neglected  and  undone. 

2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys  : 
While  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 
Eager  to  stop  the  Jiving  tide. 

3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 
Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  design'd 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind  ? 

4  For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
He  fashion'd  all  the  sons  of  time  ; 
Then  let  us  ev'ry  day  give  heed, 

To  God,  ourselves  and  time  to  yield. 

HYMN  318.  C.  M.— Hoskins. 

Time  is  short.    1  Cor.  vii.  29. 

1  FHlHE  time  is  short !  the  season  near 

M.    When  death  will  us  remove, 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 

2  The  time  is  short !  sinners  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away ; 
The  word  of  your  salvation  hear 
While  it  is  call'd  to-day. 

3  The  time  is  short !  ye  rebels  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord,  submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  scepter  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 
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319-20  TIME. 

4  The  time  is  short !  ye  saints  rejoice, 
The  Lord  will  quickly  come ; 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 
6  The  time  is  short !  it  swiftly  flies— 
The  hour  is  just  at  hand, 
When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
To  reach  the  wish'd  for  land. 
6  The  time  is  short !  the  moment  near 
When  we  shall  dwell  above, 
And  be  forever  happy  there 
With  Jesus  whom  we  love. 

HYMN  319.  C  M. -Watts. 

1  fW^IME,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

E     Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten  as  a  dream, 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

2  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood 
And  lost  in  foll'ing  years. 

3  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

HYMN  320.  P.  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6 

1  'flk/BTY  days  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
JjfJL  Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole  : 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  thro1  endless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen  ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly: 
"Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
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TIME.  321 

"Tlio'  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 
"That  thou  must  groan  and  die." 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight ; 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue , 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do. 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  A  heav'n  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  space ; 
Today  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

HYMN  32.1.  P.  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6.-W, 

Ps.  xxxix.  4. 
O  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land  ; 


1M 


'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 

Yet  how  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

2  O  God !  my  inmost  soul  convert 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late, 

By  free  and  sov'reign  grace. 

3  Before  me  place  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  in  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
O !  tell  me  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 
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322-23  DEATH. 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'ness  here, 
With  holy  joy  and  holy  fear. 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ; 
Assist,  O  !  Lord,  a  feeble  worm. 
Then  shall  I  all  thy  will  perform, 

And  to  the  end  endure, 


HYMN  322*  L  M. 

Eternity. 

1  "WJITERNITY  is  just  at  hand ! 

jBli  And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand ! 
And  careless  view  departing  daj% 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  7 

2  Lo !  an  eternity  there  is, 

Of  endless  wo  or  endless  bliss : 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind ! 
They're  gone !  but  where?  ah  pause  and  see 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

4  Sinner,  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 

And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee— 
Death  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 


DEATH, 


HYMN323,C.M 

1  ^kEATH  •  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
JL9  To  those  who  have  no  God- 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forc'd  away, 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

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DEATH.  324 

Si  In  vain  to  heav'n  she  lifts  her  eyes ; 
But  guilt  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear: 
You  must  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  forever  there ! 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flashes  in  your  face : 
And  thou  my  soul  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  Prepare  me,  Lojrd,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come,  the  joyful  day ; 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  hand, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 


HYMN"  324.  S.  M, 

1  A  ND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
J$L  To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown  ? 

2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become-of  me  ? 
Eternal  happiness  or  wo, 
Must  then  my  portion  be  ? 

3  I  must  from  God  be  driv'n,* 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell : 
Must  come  at  his  command  to  heav'n, 
Or  else— depart  to  hell. 

4  Show  me  the:way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
1  may  with  joy  appear. 

5  Thou  art  thyself  the  way, 

Thyself  to  me  reveal, 
So  shall  I  spend  my  life's  short  day 
Obedient  to  thy  will. 

207  f 


325-26  .        DEATH. 

HYMJf  325.  G:  M— Watts. 

J  rff^HEE  we  adore,  eternal  name  ! 

JL    And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame : 

What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still. 

As  months  and  days  increase; 

And  ev'ry  beating  pulse  we  tell, 

Leaves  the  small  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 

The  breath  at  first  it  gave  ; 
What'er  we  do,  wher'er  we  be, 
We're  trav'Iing  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang'everlasting  things ! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  wo 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath, 
And  yet, how  unconcern'd  we  go    > 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road : 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN  326.  S.  M.-Watts. 

• 

1  A  ND  must  this  body  die? 
jc5L  This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 

And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine, 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  my  flesh, 
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DEATH.  327 


Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below. 
And  sing  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  thase  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise, 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN  327.  L   M. 

1  £«OON  will  this  mortal  life  be  o'er, 
J^  The  body  moulder  in  the  dust ; 
Naked  my  soul  will  stand  before 

A  God  that's  holy,  pure  and  just. 

2  Its  standing  doom  of  bliss  or  wo 

I'll  from  the  great  I  AM  receive  ; 
Up  to  the  realms  of  glory  go, 
Or  in  hell's  torments  ever  live. 

3  Without  an  interest  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  shed  on, Calvary, 

I  can't  escape  his  vengeful  rod, 

How'er  so  moral  here  I  be. 

4  Away  then  all  self  right'ousness. 

My  soul  from  nature's  sleep  arise. 
Be  justified  by  faith  through  grace, 
And  claim  a  mansion  in  the  skies. 
209  O 


328-29  DEATH. 

5  Perfection's  heigtyt  may  I  ascend, 
And  feel  my  soul  dissolv'd  in  love, 
That  when  my  days  below  shall  end, 
Angels  shall  waft  my  soul  above. 


HYMN  328.  S   M.— Elliott. 

Prepare  to  meet  thy  Ood.    Amos  iv.  12. 

1  IFfrREPARE  me  gracious  God, 
Ml     To  stand  before  thy  face  ; 
Thy  spirit  must  the  work  perform, 

For  it  is  all  of  grace. 

2  In  Christ's  obedience  clothe, 

And  wash  me  in  his  blood: 
So  shall  I  lift  my  head  with  joy 
Among  the  sons  of  God. 

3  Do  thou  my  sins  subdue, 

Thy  sov'rejgn  love  make  knowp, 
The  spirit  of  my  mind  renew, 
And  save  me  in  thy  son. 

4  Let  me  attest  thy  power, 

Let  me  thy  goodness  prove, 
Till  my  full  soul  can  hold  no  more 
Of  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  329.  L.  M. 

1  ISHRTHAT  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread 

wW     Await  the  sinner's  dying  bed! 
Death's  terrors  all  appear  in  sight, 
Pressages  of  eternal  night. 

2  His  sins  in  dreadful  order  rise, 
And  fill  his  soul  with  sad  surprise ; 
Mount  Sinai's  thunder  stuns  his  ears, 
And  not  one  ray  of  hope  appears. 

3  Tormenting  pangs  distract  his  breast, 
Where'er  he  turns  he  finds  no  rest ; 
Death  strikes  the  blow,  he  groans  and  cries 
And  in  despair  and  horror  dies. 

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DEATH.  330-31 

HYMN  330.  L-  M.~ Watts. 

1  "WTK7"HY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ! 

▼  ▼     What  tiin'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ? 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life. 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  0!  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste! 
Fly  fearless  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


HYMN  331.  C  M.— Watts. 

1  WW  ARK  I  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
HH.  My  ears  attend  the  cry  ; 

"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom  1 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 
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332-33  DEATH. 

HYMN  332.  C.  M.  —Watts. 

1  "^HTKTHY  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 

vv     Or  shake  a*  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

3  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blest, 

And  soften'd  ev'ry  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  head  ? 

4  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  his  kindred  rise  : 
Awake  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  saints  ascend  the  skies. 


HYMN  333.  C.  M.-Steele. 

Death  of  a  young  -person. 

1  ■MTETHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

WW     By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh  !  may  this  truth  imprest 
With  awful  power,  I  too  must  die, 
Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene, 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

4  Oh !  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'ei  the  grave. 
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JUDGMENT.  334-35 

HYMN  334.  C.  M. 

On  the  death  of  a  child. 

1  %»TAKE  up  my  muse,  condole  the  loss 

WW     Of  those  that  mourn  this  day  ; 
Let  tears  run  down  on  ev'ry  face, 
And  ev'ry  mourner  pray. 

2  The  tyrant  death  came  rushing  in, 

And  thus  his  pow'r  did  show  ; 
Out  of  this  world  this  child  did  take, 
And  laid  its  visage  low. 

3  No  more  the  pleasant  child  is  seen, 

To  please  the  parent's  eye  ; 
The  tender  plant  so  fresh  and  green, 
Is  in  eternity. 

4  The  golden  bowl  by  death  is  broke, 

The  pitcher  burst  in  twain  ; 
The  cistern  wheel  has  felt  the  stroke, 
The  pleasant  child  is  slain. 

5  The  winding  sheet  doth  bind  its  limbs, 

The  coffin  holds  it  fast ; 
To-day  'tis  seen  by  all  its  friends, 
But  this  must  be  the  last. 

6  Until  the  Lord  doth  come  to  judge 

The  nations  great  and  small, 
And  you  and  I  before  him  stand, 
-O1-  at  his  presence  fall. 


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JUDGMENT. 


HYMN  335.  C.  M. 

1     A  ND  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
_/jL  And  answer  in  that  day, 
For  ev'ry  vain  and  idle  thought 
And  ev'ry  word  I  say  ? 

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336-37  JUDGMENT. 

2  Yes,  ev'ry  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known. 
And  1  receive  my  just  desett, 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live, 

With  what  religious  fear : 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behaviour  here. 

4  Thou  awful  judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  pow'r  bestow  ? 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  "standest  at  the  door," 

O !  let  me  feel  thee  near ; 
And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 
I  at  thy  bar  appear. 

HYMI336.L.M. 

1  "H^EFORE  the  great  Jehovah's  bar 
JQ>  Soon  must  assembled  worlds  appear, 
And  ev'ry  deed,  and  word,  and  thought, 
Shall  into  judgment  then  be  brought. 

2  Then  all  shall  hear  their  right'ous  doom 
Of  wrath  or  endless  joys  to  come, 
And  each  receive  his  just  reward 

Of  bliss  or  vengeance  from  the  Lord. 

HYMN  337.  <Q«  M. -Watts. 

1  mHAT  awful  clay  will  surely  come  ; 

JL    The  appointed  hour  makes-haste  < 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  1  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound. depart! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
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JUDGMENT.  338 

'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banish'd  from  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain. 

Yet  death  forever  fly  ! 

5  O',.  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my' God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  cannot  taste  his  love  ! 

6  Oh !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands, 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

HYMN  338.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7 

Luke  xiii.  28. 

1  C1EE  th'  Eternal  Judge  descending, 
►^  View  him  seated  on  the  throne  I 
Now  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting, 

Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom- 
Trumpets  call  thee  1 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  be  now  is  venting, 

Fill'd  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain; 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  : 
Oh  !  that  I  had  sought  his  favor. 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move — 

Golden  moments  ! 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move. 

4  Now  despisers,  look  and  wondef  \ 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part ; 
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339-40  JUDGMENT. 

Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart!" 

Lost  forever, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart !" 

HYMN  339.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

1  "■"    O  !  we  see  the  sign  appearing, 
MJk  Jesus  comes,  the  Judge  severe, 
Hell  is  trembling,  earth  is  quaking, 

Sinners  shriek  with  awful  fear. 

Come  to  judgment, 
Stand  your  awful  doom  to  hear. 

2  See  !  the  world  in  flames  is  burning, 

Hills  and  mountains  fly  away ; 

Lo!  the  moon  and  stars  are  falling, 

Comets  blazing  through  the  sky. 

Thunders  rolling! 
Sinners  now  for  help  they  cry. 

3  From  the  general  conflagration, 

Mount  the  right'ous  up  on  high^ 
Gain  the  hope  of  their  salvation, 
Live  with  God  no  more  to  die. 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  they  cry. 

4  Stop  my  soul,  look  back  and  wonder, 

See  the  wicked  left  behind, 
Hear  them  crying,  weeping,  wailing, 
For  a  moment's  ease  to  find ; 

Doom'd  to  sorrow, 
In  the  lake  of  bell  confin'd. 

HYMN  340.  P-  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

1  ■  TT    O  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
SLd  Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain  I 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train, 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  on  earth  again  ! 
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HELL.  341 


2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion, 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears, 
Cause  of  endless  exultation, 
To  his  ransom'd  followers, 

With  what  rapture  ! 
Gaze  they  on  those  glorious  scars  I 

4  Yea,  amen,  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Saviour  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thine  own. 

Jah,  Jehovah ! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down. 


HELL. 
HYMN  341.  L-  M— Brown. 


H] 


It  chills  the  heart  and  shocks  the  ear, 
It  spreads  a  sickly  damp  around, 
And  makes  the  guilty  quake  with  fear. 

2  Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day, 
Its  frightful,  gloomy  region  lies  ! 
Fierce  flames  amidst  the  darkness  play, 
And  thick  sulphurious  vapors  rise. 

3  Conscience,  the  never  dying  worm, 
With  constant  torture  gnaws  the  heart ; 
And  wo  and  wrath,  in  ev'ry  form, 
Inflame  the  wounds,  increase  the  smart. 

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342  HEAVEN. 

4  The  wretches  rave  o'erwh'efm'd  with  wo, 
And  bite  their  everlasting  chains  ; 

And  with  their  rage,  their  torments  grow, 
Resentment  but  augments  their  pains. 

5  Sad  worlds  indeed  !  what  heart  can  bear 
Hopeless  in  all  these  pains  to  lie  ; 
Rack'd  with  vexation— grief,  despair— 
And  ever  dying— never  die  ? 

6  "Lord,  save  a  guilty  soul  from  hell, 

Who  seeks  thy  pard'ning,  cleansing  blood; 
p !  let  me  in  thy  kingdom  dwell, 
To  praise  my  Saviour  and  my  God." 


K§f>- 


HEA7EST. 


HYMN  342.  C.  ML—  Mason 

1  \J£THAT  have  J  in  this  barren  land? 

v  v     When  Jesus  is  not  here. 
My  soul  it  ne'er  is  blest,  until 
My  Jesus  doth  appear. 

2  My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heav'n, 

To  fix  a  place  for  me  ; 
For  'tis  his  will,  that  where  he  is, 
His  followers  should  be. 

3  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top, 

Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste  ; 
My  Lord,  who  sends  them  to  me  here, 
Will  send  for  me  at  last. 

4  I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not, 

Why  should  I  be  perplex'd  ? 
My  God  who  owns  me  in  this  world, 
Will  own  me  in  the  next. 
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HEAVEN.  343-44 

HYMN  343.  C  M 

1  JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  borne, 
*3    Oh  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 
Most  glorious  to  behold! 

Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  greens, 
My  study  long  have  been  ; 

Such  sparkling  light,  by  human  sight, 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heav'n  be  thus,  O  !  glor'ous  Lord, 
Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ! 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence. 


HYMN"  344.  CM.— Stennett. 

1  dTfcN  Jordan*s  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
%JT  And  cast  a  wishful  eye 

To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  !  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayM  in  living  green, 
1    And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail 

On  trees  immortal  grow ; 
There  rocks  and  hills  and  brooks  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away 

5  No  chilling  winds,  nor  pois'nous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
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345  HEAVEN. 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When,  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight  my  raptur'd  sou? 

Would  here  no  longer  stay; 
Tho'  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


HYMN  345.  C.  M. 

ESUS,  my  Lord,  to  glory"s  gone, 
Him  will  I  go  and  see  ; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below, 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 


'J 


2  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care, 

And  if  I  never  more  see«you, 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

3  When  we've  been  there,  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Then  when  we  first  begun. 

4  And  when  as  many  years  have  pass'd, 

As  sands  upon  the  shore, 
The  saints  above  shall  have  no  fear, 
That  their  blest  days  are  o'er. 

5  If  all  the  drops  in  ocean's  wide 

Could  but  be  number'd  o'er, 
And  then  by  millions  multiplied, 
And  thrice  as  many  more. — 
f  And  then  as  many  years  should  pass, 
As  water  drops  that  fall, 
Or  grains  of  sand,  or  spires  of  grass, 
Upon  this  earthly  ball. 
7  And  when  as  many  millions  more, 
As  stars  that  fill  the  sky, 
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HEAVEN.  346 

Then  all  these  numbers  doubled  o'er 

Can't  meet  eternity. 

8  Eternity  will  still  remain, 

'Twill  be  eternity ; 

The  song  to  Christ  who  once  was  slain 

Will  last  eternally. 

HYMN  346.  C.  M.  —Watts. 

1  rjnHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

A    Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain-. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  with'ring  flow'rs ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

That  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  drest  in  living  green, 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shiv'ring  on  the  brink 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O.'  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 
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347-48   PARTING  AND  DISMISSION. 

FARTING  AND  DISMISSION. 


HYMN"  347,  M.  7's.— Newton. 

1  TSTlOR  a  season  call'd  to  part, 

j£j     Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
1  Of  our  ever  present  friend. 

2  Jesus  hear  our  humble  pray'r ! 
Tender  shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ! 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  he  strong, 
Sweeten  ev'ry  cross  and  pain  ;   • 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  ere  long 

In  thy  peace  to  meet  again. 

4  Then  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 
Ebenezer's  shall  be  rear'd, 

And  our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 
Who  our  poor  petitions  heard. 


HYMN  348*  C.  M. 

1  jnBEHOLD  that  great  and  awful  day 
MS  Of  parting  soon  will  come, 
When  sinners  must  be  hurl'd  away, 

And  Christians  gather'd  home. 

2  Perhaps  the  parent  sees  the  child 

Sink  down  to  endless  flames, 
With  shrieks  and  howls  and  bitter  cries, 
Never  to  rise  again. 

3  "O  father!  see  my  blazing  hands, 

Mother .'  behold  your  child  : 
Against  you  now  a  witness  stands, 
Amidst  the  flames  confin'd  !" 
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dismission.  349 


4  The  child  perhaps  the  parents  view 

Go  headlong  down  to  hell  : 
Gone  with  the  rest  of  Satan's  crew, 
And  bid  the  child  farewell ! 

5  The  husband  sees  his  piteous  wife, 

With  whom  he  once  did  dwell, 
Depart  with  groans  and  bitter  cries, 
My  husband  !  fare  you  well ! 

6  But  0  !  perhaps  the  wife  may  see 

The  man  she  once  did  love. 
Sink  down  to  endless  misery, 
"Whilst  she  is  crown'd  above. 


HYMN349.PM. 

1  ^n&**!  tnere  W*H  De  mourning, 

^Jr  Mourning,  mourning,  mourning. 
OH!  there  will  be  mourning, 

At  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ. 
Wives  and  Husbands  there  will  part, 
Wives  and  Husbands  there  will  part, 
Wives  and  Husbands  there  will  part, 

May  part  to  meet  no  more. 

2  O !  there  will  be,  &c. 

Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents,  &c. 

3  Oh !  there  will  be,  &c. 

Brothers  and  sisters  there  will -part. 
Brothers,  &c. 

4  Oh!  there  will  be,  &c. 

Pastors  and  people  there  will  part. 
Pastors,  &c. 

5  Oh  !  there  will  be,  &c. 

Saints  and  sinners  there  will  part. 
Saints,  &c. 
C  Oh !  there  will  be,  &c. 
Sinners  and  devils  there  will  meet, 
Sinners,  &c. 
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350  PARTING  AND 

7  Oh!  there  will  be  wailing, 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet , 

Saints,  &c. 
Oh !  there  will  be  shouting,  &c. 


HYMN  350.  L  M. 

1  "W^AREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone 
JHj     I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you ; 

I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 
CHORUS.— Farewell,  farewell,  farewell. 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2  Farewell  young  converts  of  the  cross, 

Oh  !  labor\hard  for  Christ  and  heav'n ; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  Will  soon  be  giv'n. 
Farewell,  dj-c. 

3  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 

Nor  waits  for  mortals,  care  or  bliss, 
I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
Farewell,  $c. 

4  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love, 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above, 
Farewell,  $c. 

5  Farewell  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heav'n. 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 
Farewell,  ftc. 

6  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 

Sure  conflicts  yet  await  for  you  : 
Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 

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DISMISSION.  351 

7  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners  too, 

Tt  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here  ; 

Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 

O  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 

O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn, 

And  find  salvation  near. 

HYMN  351.  1JM.  7s&6s. 

J  ^~iOME  all  ye  weary  trav'Iers, 
^J  And  let  us  join  to  sing 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus  Christ, our  king  ; 
In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 

We  now  are  going  on,  / 

The  pleasant  way  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 

2  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan 

Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 

And  faith  and  love  increase  ;  , 

Confess  our  Lord  and  master. 

And  run  at  his  command; 
And  hasten  on  our  journey. 

Unto  the  promis'd  land. 

3  Sinners,  why  stand  ye  idle, 

While  we  do  march  along  ? 
Has  conscience  never  told  you 

That  you  are  going  wrong — 
Down  the  broad  road  to  ruin, 

To  bear  an  endless  curse  ? 
Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning 

And  come  along  with  us. 

4  But  if  you  will  refuse  us, 

We'll  bid  you  all  farewell ; 
We're  on  the  way  to  Canaan 

And  you  the  way  to  hell ; 
We're  sorry  for  to  leave  you, 

We'd  rather  you  would  go, 
Come  try  a  bleeding  Saviour   /  ___ 

And  feel  salvation  flow. 
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352-53  PRAYER   AND 

5  Now  to  the  king  immortal, 
Be  everlasting  praise, 
For  in  his  holy  service 

We  mean  to  spend  our  days, 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

That  happy  world  above  ; 
With  everlasting  praises 
\      To  sing  redeeming  love. 


HYMN  352.  C  M. 

1  ",K7'E  pilgrims  that  are  wand'ring  home, 
JL         The  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Sweeter  to  me  than  honey  comb 
In  Christ's  despised  name. 
lZ  Let  us  with  undesembled  love, 
Like  children  hand  in  hand, 
Walk  to  our  Father's  house  above, 
And  to  the  promis'd  land. 
3  'Tis  there  with  Christ  in  Paradise, 
We  shall  forever  dwell, 
Till  then  let's  pray,  both  night  and  day, 
And  so,  dear  friends  farewell. 

HYMN  353.  C.  M. 

OW  pilgrims  let  us  go  in  peace, 
While  thro'  this  world  we  rove^; 
Till  all  these  parting  moments  cease, 

And  we  shall  meet  above. 
Though  trials  here  our  souls  annoy, 
And  foes  beset  the  road, 
"  We're  hast'ning  to  eternal  joy.. 

Where  we  shall  rest  with  God. 
3  Let  us  rejoice  in  God  our  King, 
While  pilgrims  here  we  rove  ! 
And  join  with  heart  and  voice  to  sing 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 
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dismission.  354-56 

4  Soon  we  shall  reach  the  heavenly  land, 
And  tread  the  peaceful  shore, 
And  there  unite  the  glorious  band, 
Our  Jesus  to  adore. 

HYMN  354.  C.  M. 

1  "W"    ORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
JLi  And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace. 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 

We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
O !  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 
With  ev'ry  soul  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
Till  we  around  thy  glorious  throne 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

HYMN  355.  L.  M.— White. 

1  #^10ME,  Christian  brethren  ere  we  part  a 
^J  Join  ev'ry  voice  and  ev'ry  heart, 

One  solemn  hymn  to  God  to  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more, 
But  there  ij^yet  a  happy  shore ; 

And  there,  releas'd  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren  we  shall  meet  again. 

HYMN  356.  CM.     /  « 

THRO'  Christ  when  we  together  came 
In  singleness  of  heart, 
We  met,  O !  Jesus,  in  thy  name, 
And  in  thy  name  we  part. 
2  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind, 
Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
And  each  to  each  in  Jesus  join'd, 
We  happily  go  on. 
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357-59  PARTING,    8CC. 

3  Present  in  spirit  still  we  are, 
And  intimately  nigh ; 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  pray'r  ' 
We  Abba,  Father !  cry. 

HYMN  357.  P.  M.  8  s.~ Hart. 

1  ^rW^IS  God,  the  great  God,  we  adore, 

JL    Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  pow*r, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 
Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home ; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN  358.  L.  M— Hart. 

1  fklSMISS  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord, 
M.Jf  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive. 

And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Lord  bid  us  now,  "depart  in  peace"— 
"Watch  unto  prayer,"  and  never  cease  : 
And  when  our  days  on  earth  are  o'er, 
Then  land  us  safe  on  Canaan's  shore. 

HYMN  359.  P-  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

1  TTESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 

*9   Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above  ; 

May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies, 

Since  together  we  have  been  ; 
Make  ns  humble,  make  us  holy, 

Cleanse  us  all  from  ev'ry  sin. 
Farewell,  $c. 
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MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.      360-61 

3  May  thy  presence,  Lord,  go  with  us, 

To  each  one's  respective  home  ; 
And  the  blessing  of  our  Jesus 

Rest  upon  us  ev'ry  one. 
Farewell,  #c. 


HYMIV  360.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

1  TT    ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
JLi  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  now,  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace, 
O !  refresh  us, 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  And  when'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  asway  ; 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever, 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


4W 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 


HYMIV  361.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7 

1  £\  I  THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
\J  My  Redeemer  from  all  sin  ; 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion, 

Yearning  bowels  from  within  : 

I  will  praise  thee  ; 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin. 

2  While  the  angels'  choirs  are  crying 

Glory  to  the  great  I  AM  ! 
I  with  them  will  still  be  vieing, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O !  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  I 
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362  MISCELLANEOUS 

3  Now  I  see  with  joy  and  wonder 

Whence  the  healing  streams  arose ; 
Angels  minds  are  lost  to  ponder 
Dying  love's  mysterious  cause ; 

Yet  the  blessing, 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 

4  Though  unseen  I  love  the  Saviour ; 

He  almighty  grace  has  shown  ; 
Pardon'd  guilt,  and  purchas'd  favor  I 

This  he  makes  to  mortals  known, 
Give  him  glory ; 
•    Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 

5  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  ua, 

Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 
Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us : 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  fong. 

Hallelujah  ! 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong. 

HYMN  362.  P.  M.  7  s  &  6  s. 

1  £<TJFFRITVG  Saviour,  Lamb  of  God, 
»^  How  hast  thou  been  used  ! 

With  the  Almighty's  wrathful  rod 

Soul  and  body  bruised ! 
We.  for  whom  thou  once  wast  slain, 

We,  whose  sins  did  pierce  thee, 
Now  commemorate  thy  pain, 

And  implore  thy  mercy. 

2  We  would  with  thee  sympathise 

In  thy  bitter  passion  ; 
With  soft  hearts  and  weeping  eyes 

See  thy  great  salvation. 
Thine's  an  everlasting  love ; 

We  have  dearly  tri'd  thee ; 
Whom  have  we  in  heav'n  above  ? 

Whom  on  earth  beside  thee  ? 

3  What  can  helpless  sinners  do. 

When  temptations  seize  us  ? 
Nought  have  we  to  look  unto 
But  the  blood  of  Jesus. 
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HYMNS.  363 


Fardon  all  our  baseness,  Lord, 

AH  our  weakness  pity, 
Guide  us  safely  by  thy  word 

To  the  heavenly  city. 
4  Oh!  sustain  us  on  the  road 

Thro'  this  desert  dreary. 
Feed  us  with  thy  flesh  and  blood, 

When  we're  weak  and  weary, 
And  when  thou  shalt  call  us  home, 

Home  to  Heav'n  and  glory  ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Shall  have  all  the  glory. 


HYMN  363.  L  M. 

1  *~iOME  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
%^J  Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed  * 
Submit  to  the  ways  of  God. 

Arid  walk  the  narrow,  happy  road. 
CHORUS. 
We'r  all  united  heart  and  hand, 
Joined  in  one  band  completely  ; 
We'er  marching  through  Immanuel's  land, 
Where  the  waters  flow  most  sioeethu. 

2  Great  tribulations  you  shall  meet, 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street, 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  its  spite, 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 

We'r  all  united,  SfC 

3  Bebqld  the  rigteous  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come, 

While  Christ  the  judge  the  words  proclaims, 
"Here  comes  my  saints.  I  own  their  names." 
We'r  all  united,  SfC. 

4  "Ye  everlasting  gates  fly  wide, 
Make*  ready  to  receive  my  bride: 

Ye  haxps  of  heav'n  now  sound  aloud 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood." 

We'r  all  united.  $c. 

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364-65  miscellaneous 

5  In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line 

In  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine  ; 

See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 

And  march  in  splendor  to  the  throne. 

We'r  all  united,  $($<. 
G  They  stand  and  wonder  and«look  on  ; 

They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 

Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 

While  raptures  se£  their  souls  on  fire. 

We'r  all  ytnited,  8(C. 

HYMN  364.  P-  M.n,ii,n,ij. 

1  4"k  JESUS !  ray  Saviour  to  thee  I  submit,  [feel, 
ILr  With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at  thy 
In  sacrifice  ofFrr,  my  soul,  flesh  and  blood, 

To  thee  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my  God. 

2  I  love  thee,  I  Jove  thee,  I  love  ihee,  my  Lord, ' 
I  love  thee  my  Saviour,  I  trust  in  thy  word, 

I  love  thee,  I  jove  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know. 
But  how  much  1  love  thee.  I  never  can  show. 

3  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  O!  wondrous  account, 
My  joys  are  immortal,  £  stand  on  the  mount, 

■  I  gaze  on  my. treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  angels  my  kindred  and  Jesus  my  dear. 

4  O!  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  1  am  blest, 
My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest. 
Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  be  my  song, 
Thy  love  doth  inspire  both  my  heart  and  my  tongue.    1 

5  O  !  who  is  like  Jesus  ?  he's  Salem's  bright  king ; 
He  smiles  and  he  loves  iup,  and  learns  me  to  sing; 
I'll  praise  him.  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud  and 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  do  fill.      [shrilj, 


HYMN  365.  P-  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6. 


T' 


Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  distress, 
No  period  else  is  seen  ; 
Till  he  a  spotless  victim  fell, 
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HYMNS.  366 

Tasting,  in  soul,  a  painful  hell, 
Caus'd  by  the  creatures  sin. 

2  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 
My  Saviour  kneel  and  pray  for  me ; 

For  this  I  him  adore  ; 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  passage  out, 

Through  ev'ry  op'ning  pore. 

3  The  piercing  thorns  his  temples  bore, 
His  back  with  lashes  all  was  tore, 

Till  thou  the  bones  mightst  see  : 
Mocking,  they  push'd  him  here  and  there, 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears, 

Press'd  by  the  heavy  tree. 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  painful  came, 

•  Round  him  they  mock'd  and  made  their  gam* 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear, 
And  can  you  see  the  mighty  God, 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 
Without  one  thankful  tear? 

5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity, 

He  dies  in  anguish  on  the  tree  ; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell  ? 
The  shuddring  rocks  their  heads  recline, 
The  morning  sun  refus'd  to  shine, 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout  brethren,  shout  in  songs  divine, 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine, 

To  quench  the  parching  thirst : 
Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higher 
Bride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choir, 

And  laud  the  precious  Christ. 

HYMN  366.  C.  M. 

1  TTTfATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
JO     No  other  help  I  know  ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  fro m  me , 
'  Ah !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 


23 


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367  MISCELLANEOUS 

I  own  Pm  base,  I  own  Pm  vile  : 
But  mercy' s  all  my  plea; 
Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans 
And  then  remember  me. 

2  What  did  thine  only  son  endure 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death ! 

3  O!  Jesus,  if  I  this  believe, 

T  now  shall  feel  thy  pow'r ; 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wilt  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary  longing  eyes  : 
Salvation,  O !  the  gracious  gift, 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die  ; 

O !  speak,  and  I  shall  live, 
And  here  I  will  unweari'd  lie, 
Till  thou  thy  spirit  give. 

6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice.. 

Could  they  but  see  thy  face  ; 
O !  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace  I 


HYMN"  367.  P.  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6. 


*c 


OME  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  wr,;  * 
In  Jesus'  way  go  on  , 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 


2  We  feel  that  heav'n  is  now  begun ; 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high: 
It  comes  in  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 
And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 
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HYMNS.  368 

3  But  when  we  come  to   dwell  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 
That  never  will  run  dry. 
1  'Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 
For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 
5  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 
And  claim  my  mansion  there. 
I  Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
I  To  meet  you  on  that  heav'nly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  uo  more. 


HYMX  368.  L.  M. 

The  good  old  way. 

1  TT   IFT  up  your  hearts,  ImmanueFs  friends, 
JLi  And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends, 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 

But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 
CHORUS. 
O  Canaan  !  sweet  Canaan  I 
IVs  a  very  happy  place; 
Tm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory  ; 

If  we  but  watch  and  strive  and  pray, 
?    Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way, 

01  Canaan,  ftc, 

3  O  !  good  old  way  ;  how  sweet  thou  art, 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 

But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We'er  marching  on  the  good  old  way. 

O  /  Canaan,  SfC 
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369  MISCELLANEOUS 

A  Though  Satan  may  his  pow'r  employ, 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy, 
Yet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

O  !  Canaan,  %c. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  view,  by  faith,  the  promis'd  land, 
Then  may  we  sing,  and  shout,  and  pray. 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 

O .'  Canaan,  #e, 

6  Ye  valiant  souls  for  heav'n  contend, 
Remember,  glory's  at  the  end ; 

Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

O !  Canaan,  #c. 

7  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 

We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before,  ' 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day, 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

0/  Canaan,  SfC. 

HYMN  369.  LM. 

1  ~¥'M  glad  that  I  was  born  to  die ; 

M.  From  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  fly  ; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 

2  I  have  some  friends  before  me  gone. 
And  I'm  resolv'd  to  follow  on  ; 

They're  happy  round  my  Father's  throne ; 
They're  looking  out  for  me  to  come. 

3  I  hope  to  meet  my  brethren  there, 
Who  us'd  to  join  with  me  in  pray'r ; 
If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

Look  out  for  me,  I'm  coming  too. 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath  i 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death  ; 
I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

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5  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  come, 
And  join  my  everlasting  home, 

My  soul  shall  there  forever  bloom, 
Until  my  body  leaves  the  tomb. 

6  Then  all  shall  hear  the  solemn  sound, 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground! 
Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds, 
And  meet  kin£_Jesus  in  the  clouds. 

7  There  shall  I  see  my  glorious  God, 
And  triumph  in  his  blest  abode : 

My  theme,  through  all  eternity,  / 

Shall  glory,  glory,  glory,  be  !  / 

i       i       i  r*  i 

HYMN  370.  P-  M.  4  lines,  11  s, 

I  £^  JESUS !  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine, 
\J  For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  earth  I  resign, 
Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  love  ; 
No  greater  possessions  have  angels  above. 

3  Thy  spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I-was  blind, 
Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find ; 
And  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair, 
My  Jesus  reliev'd  me  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel. 
The  language  of  mortals  here  ever  must  fail ; 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame, 

I'm  rais'd  into  raptures  wnile  praising  his  name. 

4  t  find  him  in  singing,  he  is  present  in  prayer, 
In  sweet  meditations  he  always  is  near ; 

My  constant  companion,  may  we  never  part ; 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 

5  If  ever  I  lov'd  thee,  'tis  now  my  dear  Lord, 

I  love  thy  dear  children,  thy  ways  and  thy  word : 

I  love  all  creation,  I  love  sinners  too, 

Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from  wo. 

6  When  happy  in  Jesu3,  I  cannot  forbear, 
Though  sinners  despise  me,  his  love  to  declare » 
Hi3  love  makes  me  happy,  and  soon  I  shall  fly 
To  praise  my  dear  Jesus  in  mansions  on  high. 

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$71-72  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  311.  C.  M.. 

ITJOW  happy  ev'ry  child  of  grace, 
Mm,  Who  knows  his  sins  forgiv'n ! 
This  earth  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 
I  seek  my  place  in  heav'n. 

2  A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  0 1  by  faith  I  see, 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
The  heav'n  prepar'd  for  me. 

3  O !  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heav'nly  pow'rs, 
And  antedate  that  day. 

4  We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  gracious  presence  here 
Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

5  O !  would  he  more  of  heav'n  bestow ; 

And  let  the  vessels  break ; 

And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek. 

6  In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 
Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  372.  P.  M.  8  s  &  7  s. 

1  ^iOME  all  ye  humble  weeping  souls, 
%^J  Who  long  to  be  forgiven, 

We  bring  glad  tidings  unto  you. 
From  the  good  Lord  of  heav'n. 
CHORUS. 
Ho !  every  one  that  thirsts, 

Come  ye  to  the  waters, 
Freely  drink  and  quench  your  thirst, 
With  Zion's 'sons  and  daughters. 

2  There  is  a  fountain  deep  and  wide, 

For  sin  and  all  uncleanness, 
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373 


Come  drink  and  wash  and  be  made  white, 
And  prove  the  gospel  fulness. 

Ho !  every  one,  $c. 

3  O!  see  the  crowd  that's  trav'ling  on, 

In  paths  of  self-denial, 
They  march  along  the  banks  of  love, 
And  long  for  your  arrival. 

Ho!  every  one,  $c. 

4  Shall  unbelief  debar  you  from 

The  knowledge  of  your  Saviour, 
Believe  and  you'll  be  justified, 
Believe  and  live  forever. 

Ho !  every  one,  $o, 

My  night  of  sin  and  grief  is  gone, 

My  soul  is  fill'd  with  glory ; 
Oh !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  tell 
Love's  animating  story. 

Ho  1  every  one,  $o. 

6  Let  heav'n  and  earth  with  me  unite, 

And  sing  and  shout  hosanna, 
The  Lord  has  pardon'd  all  my  sins, 
And  fill'd  my  soul  with  manna. 

Ho !  every  one,  $e. 

7  Come  on  ye  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb, 

Love  God  and  sing  hosanna, 
We  soon  shall  join  that  holy  throng, 
And  always  live  on  manna. 

Ho  I  every  one,  %c. 

HYMN  373.  P   M.  8  s  8c  7  s 

1  TTkON'T  you  see  my  Jesus  coming, 
JLW  Don't  you  see  him  in  yon  cloud, 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him,    / 

How  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd  ; 
I'll  rise  and  go  and  meet  him, 

He'll  embrace  me  in  his  arms ; 
In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Jesus, 
O  !  there  are  ten  thousand  charm*. 
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374  MISCELLANEOUS 

2  Death  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guide  me  thro'  the  gloom; 
Down  he'll  send  a  heav'nly  convoy, 

To  convey  my  spirit  home  : 
Jordan's  streams  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me, 

While  rrty  Saviour's  by  my  side ; 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me, 

Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

3  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting, 

.  On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  is  their  theme; 
See,  they  whisper!  hark!  they  call  me, 

"Sister  spirit  come  away  ;" 
Lo  I  come !  earth  can't  contain  me, 

Hail  1  ye  realms  of  endless  day. 


HYMN  374.  P  M. 


V 


IOME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year,    . 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appears  s 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfill, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 
Our  life  is  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  stream 
Glides  swiftly  aw£y, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay : 
The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone  : 
The  millenial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 
O  !  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say 
"I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finish'd  the  werk  thou  didst  give  me  to 
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HYMNS.  373 

O  !  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"Well  and  faithfully  done! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne  t" 


HYMN  375.  P.  M.  6  lines  7  s. 

1  TTfe  ANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
^JP  Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show, 

John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal ; 
Run  like  the  unweari'd  Paul, 
Win   the  day  and  conquer  all. 

2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness, 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James'  faith  by  works  reveal. 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  1 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know  ; 

,    Samuel's  call,  O!  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share, 
Let  Isaiah's  hallow'd  fire, 
All  my  new  born  soul  inspire.  * 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care, 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 

Isaac's  meditating  heart, 

Abraham's  friendship  may  I  prove, 

Faithful  to  the  God  of  love. 
5,  Most  of  all  may  I  pursue 

That  example  Jesus  drew  ; 

By   my  life  and  conduct  show 

How  he  liv'd  and  walk'd  below  ; 

Day  by  day,  through  grace  reator'd. 

Imitate  my  blessed  Lord. 
6  When,  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 

When  its  wasting  lamps  are  dead, 
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376  MISCELLANEOUS 

When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade 
Youth  and  fame  and  pow'r  are  laid, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

""HYMN"  370.  P.  M.7, 6,7,6,7,6,6,7. 

1  nOHE  people  called  Christians, 

B      How  many  things  they  tell ! 
About  the  land  of  Canaan, 
Where  saints  and  angels  dwell: 
But  sin,  that  dreadful  ocean, 
Encloses  them  around, 
While  time  still  divides  them, 
From  Canaan's  happy  ground. 

2  Thousands  have  been  impatient 
To  find  their  passage  through, 
And  with  united  vigor 

Have  tri'd  what  they  could  do; 
But  vessels  built  by  human  skill 
Have  never  sailed  far 
Till  they're  found,  run  aground, 
On  some  dreadful  sandy  bar. 

3  The  Gospel  ship  of  Jesus. 
Has  launch'd  the  deep  at  last, 
Behold  her  sails  suspended 
Around  her  towering  masts; 
Around  her  deck  in  order, 
The  joyful  sailors  stand, 
Crying,  O  !  here  we  go, 

To  Immanuel's  happy  land  ! 

4  To  those  who  are  spectators, 
What,  sorrow  must  ensue, 
To  have  their  old  companions 
Bid  them  a  long  adieu  ? 

The  pleasures  of  a  paradise 
No  longer  them  invite  ; 
They  may  rail,  while  we  sail. 
But  we'll  soon  be  out  of  sight. 

5  We're  now  on  the  wide  ocean, 
We  bid  them  all  farewell, 

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' 


But  where  we  shall  cast  anchor, 
No  rrfortal  tongue  can  tell  ; 
About  our  future  happiness 
There  needs  he  no  debate, 
While  we  ride  on  the  tide 
With  our  captain  and  his  mate. 
We're  passengers  united 
In  harmony  and  love  ! 
The  wind  is  in  our  favor, 
How  joyfully  we  move: 
Tho'  troubles  may  surround  up 
And  raging  billows  roar, 
We  will  sweep  through  the  deep 
Till  we  land  on  Canaan's  shore. 


T 


HYMN  377.  P.  M.  7  s  &  6  s. 

Young  Convert. 
HE  glorious  light  of  Zion 


Is  spreading  far  and  wide  !- 
And  sinners  ihey  are  flocking 
Into  the  gospel  tide  : 
The  standard  of  King  Jesus 
In  glorious  triumph  rise  ! 
While  sinners  crowd  around  him 
With  joy  and  sweet  surprise! 

2  The  sufT'rings  of  our  Saviour 
Upon  Mount  Calvary, 

Are  sounding  sweet  to  sinners  1 
Come,  this  will  set  you  free— 
And  while  this  glorious  message 
Was  circulating  round, 
Some  souls  exposed  to  ruin, 
Redeeming  grace  have  found. 

3  And  of  that  happy  number 
I  trust  that  I  am  one, 
And  Jesus  he  will  finish 
The  work  he  has  begun  : 

He'll  cut  it  short  in  right'onsness, 
And  I'll  forever  be 
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378  MISCELLANEOUS 

A  monument  of  mercy, 

To  all  eternity.  ♦ 

4  I  am  but  a  young  Convert, 
Who  lately  did  enlist ; 

I've  just  receiv'd  my  bounty. 
Likewise  my  martial  dress : 
I'll  wear  the  badge  of  honor, 
And  fight  for  king  Jesus ; 
I'll  follow  his  example, 
And  will  not  be  remiss. 

5  'Tis  down  into  the  water 
That  we  young  converts  go 
To  serve  our  Lord  and  Master 
in  right'ous  acts  below  ; 

We  lay  our  mortal  bodies 
Beneath  the  yielding  wave, 
An  emblem  of  our  Saviour 
When  he  lay  in  the  grave. 

6  O  !  sinner,think  what  Jesug 
Has  done  for  you  and  me  ! 
Behold  his  mangled  body 
Hangs  bleeding  on  the  tree  ! 

His  painful  head,  his  hands  and  side- 
He  doth  for  you  display  ! 
O !  tell  me  guilty  sinner 
How  can  you  stay  away  ? 

7  Home,  all  ye  elder  brethren, 
Who're  soldiers  of  the  cross — 
Who  for  the  sake  of  Jesus 
Have  counted  all  things  dross; 
Come,  pray  for  us  young  converts, 
That  we  may  travel  on, 

And  meet  you  all  in  glory, 
Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

HYMN  378.  P-  M.  8  lines,  7  s. 

1  TJRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
MM  Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear  s 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 
One  who  loves  us  to  the  end ; 
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HYMNS.  379 

Forward  then  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls— come  home- 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 
Lay  to  take  us  unawares; 
Satan  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  heart ; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls— come  home. 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet; 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 
Like  the  foes  we  have  within  ; 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace,        ■        '*« 
Christ  will  also  conquer  these  ; 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls— come  home. 

HYMN  379.  P.M.  6,6,6,4,6,6,6,6,6,4. 

1  JlEMEMBER,  sinful  youth,  V 
Jt%/  You  must  die  !  you  must  die  ! 
Remember  sinful  youth 

You  must  die ! 
Remember  sinful  youth, 
Who  hate,  the  ways  of  truth, 
And  in  your  pleasures  boasts 

You  must  die,  you  must  die  ! 
And  in  your  pleasures  boast, 

You  must  die ! 

2  Uncertain  are  your  days 

Here  below,  here  below,    :]J: 
Uncertain  are  your  days, 
For  God  hath  many  ways 
To  bring  you  to  your  gravep 

Here  below,  here  below.     :||; 
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380  MISCELLANEOUS 

3  And  if  you  travel  down 

The  broad  road,  the  broad  road,     :|(: 
And  if  you  travel  down 
To  darkness  you  art  bound, 
Eternally  around 

The  broad  road,  the  broad  road.    ;$, 
i  To  a  dreadful  judgment  day 

You  are  bound,  you  are  bound,    :|j: 
To  a  dreadful  judgment  day, 
Be  your  thoughts  whate'er  they  may ; 
Nor  can  you  it  delay, 

You  are  bound,  you  are  bound.    :||: 

5  The  God  who  built  the  sky. 

Great  t  AM,  Great  I  AM,    :|j: 
The  God  who  built  the  sky 
Hath  said,  (and  cannot  lie,) 
Impenitents  must  die, 

And  be  damn'd,  and  be  damn'd.    :j|: 

6  And  O !  my  friends,  don't  you, 

I  entreat,  I  entreat,    :||: 
And  O  !  my  friends,  don't  you 
Your  carnal  mirth  pursue, 
Your  guilty  souls  undo. 

I  entreat,  T  entreat.    .|J: 

7  Unto  the  Saviour  flee, 

'Scape  for  life,  'scape  for  life,    :||: 
Unto  the  Saviour   flee, 
Lest  death  eternal  be, 
Your  final  destiny ; 

'Scape  for  life,  'scape  for  life.    :|j: 

HYMX380.L-M. 

1  rWlHIS  is  the  field,  the  world  below, 
JL    In  which  the  sower's  come  to  sow ; 
Jesus  the  wheat,  Satan  the  tares. 
For  so  the  word  of  truth  declares. 
\        And  soon  tK  reaping  time  will  come, 
•        And  angels  shout  tK  harvest  home. 
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HYMNS.  381 

2  To  love  my  sins,  a  saint  appear, 

To  grow  with  wheat  and  be  a  tare — 
May  serve  me  while  on  earth  below, 
Where  tares  and  wheat  together  grow. 

But  soon  th1  reaping  time  will  come, 

And  angels  shout  W  harvest  home. 

3  Most  awful  truth  and  is  it  so' 

Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know  ? 

Is  every  one  a  wheat  or  tare  ? 

Me  for  the  harvest,  Lord  prepare : 

For  soon  tW  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  sliout  the  harvest  home. 

4  Then  all  who  truly  righteous  be, 
Their  Father's  kingdom  there  shall  see; 
But  tares    in    bundles  shall  be  bound, 
And  cast  to  hell,  O  !  doleful  sound  ! 

For  soon  tte  reaping  time  will  come. 
And  angels  shout  W  harvest  home. 

HYMN  381.  P-  M.  7  s. 

1  "%TK7'UO  is  as  the  Christian  great  f 

▼  ▼     Bought,  and  wash'd  with  sacred  blood, 
Crowns  he  sees  beneath  his  feet, 
Soars  aloft  and  walks  with  God. 

2  Who  is  as  the  Christian  wise  ? 

He  his  nought  for  all  hath  giv'n, 

Bought  the  pearl  of  greatest  price. 

Nobly  barter'd  earth  for  heav'n. 

3  Who  is  as  the  Christian  blest  ? 

He  hath  found  the  long-sought  stone,  N 

He  is  join'd  to  Christ  his  rest, 
He  and  happiness  are  one. 

4  Earth  and  heav'n  together  meet, 

Gifts  in  him  and  graces  join, 
Make  the  character  complete, 
All  immortal,  all  divine. 

5  Lo  !  his  clothing  is  the  sun, 

The  bright  sun  of  rrght'ousnes*. 
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382  MISCELLANEOUS 

He  hath  put  salvation  on, 
Jesus  is  his  beaut  >ous  dress- 

6  Lo!  he  feeds  on  living  bread. 

Drinks  the  fountain  from  above, 
Leans  on  Jesus1  breast  his  head  ; 
Feasts  forever  on  his  love. 

7  Angels  here  his  servants  are, 

Spread  for  him  their  golden  wings, 
To  his  throne  of  glory  bear, 
Seat  him  by  the  King  of  kings. 


HYMN  382.  P-  M.  10  s  &  8  a. 

1   ^KJKTIIAThappy  children  who  follow  Jesus, 

Ww      Into  the  house  of  pray'r  and  praise, 
And  join  in  union,  while  love  increases, 

Rcsolv'd  this  way  to  spend  our  days. 
Altho'  we're  hated  by  the  world  and  Satan, 

By  th'  flesh,  and  such  as  love  not  God ; 
Yet  happy  moments  and  joyful  seasons. 

We  oft  times  find  on  Canaan's  road. 

2  Since  we've  been  waiting  on  blessed  Jesus, 

We  felt  some  strength  come  from  above. 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  with  holy  rapture, 

We  long  to  be  with  Christ  above. 
Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  is  given, 

And  trust  in  God  for  time  to  come: 
Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heav'n. 

So  farewell,  brethren,  we're  going  home. 

3  And  as  we  go,  let  us  praise  our  Jesus, 

And  pray  for  those  who  spurn  his  grace ; 
Lest  they  should  loose  love's  richest  treasure, 

And  ne'er  enjoy  his  smiling  face.  , 

Now  here's  my  heart  and  my  best  wishes, 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love  ; 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus, 

So  farewell,  brethren,  we'll  meet  above. 
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HYMN  383.  P.  M.  4  lines,  11  s.—E. 

Remember  LoVs  Wife.    Luke  xvii.  32. 

1  ^K7"E  careless  professors,  who  rest  on  your  lees, 

JL    Amidst  your  vain  pleasures,  your  profit  and 

[ease, 
Now  God  says,  "Arise  and  escape  for  your  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you.-Reinember  Lot's  Wife." 

2  Awake  from  your  slumber,  the  warning  receive  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  that  warns  you,  the  message  believe  ; 
While  dangers  are  pending,  "Escape  for  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you,   Remember  Lot's  Wife." 

3  The  first  bold  apostate  will  tempt  you  to  stray, 
And  tell  you  no  dangers  are  found  in  the  way  ; 
He  means  to  deceive  you  :  "escape  for  your  life. 
"And  look  not  behind  you,  Remember  Lot's  Wife." 

4  How  many  poor  souls  has  the  serpent  beguil'd, 
With  specious  temptations  how  many  defil'd  ; 
Then  be  not  deluded:  "escape  for  your  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you,  Remember  Lot's  Wife." 

5  The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasures  afford, 
No  pleasures  can  equal  the  joys  of  the  Lord  ; 
Forsake  then  the  world,  "and  escape  for  your  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you,  Remember  Lot's  Wife." 

6  But  if  you  determine  the  caR  to  refuse, 

And  venture  the  way  of  destruction  to  choose  : 
For  hell,  you  must  part  with  the  blessings  of  life, 
And  then,  if  not  now,  you'll  Remember  Lot's  Wife. 


HYMN  384.  P-  M.  8,8,8,8,8,4. 

1  "MjJARK !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
JLJL  Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds ! 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 

Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God  : 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
To  endless  day, 

2  Hail !  all  victorious,  conqu'ring  Lord  I 
Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd, 

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Who  undertook  for  sinful  man, 
And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conqu'ring  souls,  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 

In  endless  day. 

4  There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
With  saints  and  angels  all  combine, 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above 
In  endless  day. 

HYMI  385.  P.  M.  10,10,11,11.— N 

The  Lord  will  provide.    Gen.  xxii.  14. 

1  nfl^HO'  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 

JL    THO'  friends  should  all  fall,  and  foes  all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide. 
The  scripture  assures  us,  "The  Lord  will  provide." 

2  The  birds,  without  barn,  or  store-house  are  fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn,  to  trust  for  our  bread : 
His  saints,  what  is  fitting,  shall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  "The  Lord  will  provide." 

3  We  may,  like  ships,  by  the  tempest  be  toss'd, 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  never  be  lost ; 

Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages,  "The  Lord  will  provide." 

4  His" call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old, 

Not  knowing  our  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold  J 
For  tho'  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  sure  guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers,  "The  Lord  will  provide.'* 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith; 

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He  cannot  take  from  us,  tho'  oft  he  has  try'd, 
This  heart-cheering  promise.  The  Lord  will  provide. 
J  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain. 
The  good  that  we  seek,  we  ne'er  shall  obtain ; 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  try'd, 
This  answers  all  questions,  'The  Lord  will  provide.' 

7  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodness  we  claim; 
Yet  since  we  have  known  the  Saviour's  great  name, 
In  this  our  strong  tow'r  for  safety  we  hide  ; 

The  Lord  is  our  pow'r,  "The  Lord  will  provide." 

8  When  life  sinks  apace  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  thro' ; 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  "The  Lord  will  provide." 


HYMN  386.  P.  M.  10,11,10,11. 

1  91WffI^  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
ITm.  Tplaints, 

How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 
CHORUS. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home.     • 
l  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace, 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease, 
Tho'  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 
i  I  sigh,  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee  : 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foamy 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  thee  at  home. 
1  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day  ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home- 
What'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face-; 
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Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 
6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb. 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee,  at  home. 


HYMN  387.  P-  M.  6,6,6,4,6,6,6,6,6, 

1  IT'LL  go  attempting  pray'r, 
JL  For  my  soul,  for  my  soul, 
I'll  go  attempting  pray'r, 

For  my  soul; 
I'M  go  attempting  pray'r, 
O  may  the  Lord  draw  near, 
And  make  me  pray  sincere, 

For  my  soul,  for  my  soul  ; 
And  make  me  pray  sincere, 

For  my  soul. 

2  Have  mercy.  Lord,  on  me, 

On  my  soul,  on  my  soul,    :||: 
Have  mercy,  Lord  on  me, 
And  bring  me  near  to  see 
What  need  I  have  of  thee, 

For  my  soul,  for  my  soul.     ;||: 

3  When  I  was  sinking  down 

With  my  soul,  with  my  soul,    :$, 
When  I  was  sinking  down 
Beneath  God's  right'ous  frown, 
Christ  lay  aside  his  crown, 

For  my  soul,  for  my  soul.    :||: 

4  What  wond'rous  love  is  this, 

O!  my  "soil  1'!  O!  my  soul!     :|j. 
What  wond'rous  iove  is  this 
That  caus'd  the  Lord  of  bliss 
To  send  his  precious  peace 

To  my  soul,  to  my  soul.    :||: 

5  Ye  winged  seraphs  fly, 

Bear  the  news,  bear  the  news;    ;|j 
Ye  winged  seraphs  fly 
Like  comets  through  the  sky. 
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Fill  vast  eternity 

With  the  news,  with  the  news.    :fl: 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King, 

Join  his  praise,  join  his  praise  ;    :||: 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King 
With  hearts  and  voices  sing. 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string 

In  his  praise,  in  his  praise.    :|f: 

HYMN  388,  P.  Mf'5,5,ll. 

OTELL  me  no  more, 
Of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er j 

A  country  I've  found, 

Where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

The  souls  that  believe, 

In  paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive. 

My  soul  don't  delay, 

He  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

No  mortal  doth  know, 

What  he  can  bestow. 
What  light,  strength  and  comfort— go  after  him,  go. 

Lo,  onward  1  move 

To  a  country  above  ;  • 

None  guesses  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will  prove. 

Great  spoils  I  shall  win, 

From  death,  hell  and  sin, 
'Midst  outward  afflictions,  I  feel  Christ  within  I 

And  when  I'm  to  die, 

Receive  me,  111  cry, 
For  Jesus  has  lov'd  me  I  cannot  tell  why. 

But  this  1  do  find, 

We  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind. 

So  this  is  the  race: 

I'm  running,  thro'  grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord&face 
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HYM1V  389.  P.  M.  7  s  &  6  s. 

1  "M^BISE  my  soul  shake  off  thy  fears, 
mM>_  Lay  aside  thy  mourning, 
Wipe  away  those  falling  tears, 
Cease  this  inward  groaning. 
Though  thy  sins  like  mountains  rise, 
Though  they  reach  to  heaven, 
Jesus  lives  above  the  skies, 

They  may  be  forgiven. 

2  Once  a  man  of  sorrows,  he 
Wrestled  in  the  garden, 
Died  upon  the  shameful  tree, 
To  procure  thy  pardon — 

Rose  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
Lives  thy  great  Redeemer, 
Strong  and  powerful  to  save, 
Ev'ry  true  believer. 

3  Wherefore  then  with  fears  dismay'd, 
Why  with  grief  dejected  ; 

All  that  seek  shall  find  his  aid, 

None  shall  be  rejected. 

Rise  and  prove  his  faithful  word, 

Feel  his  pardon  flowing, 

Let  thy  faith  embrace  the  Lord, 

All  his  goodness  knowing. 

4  He  thy  burden  shall  remove, 
Speak  thy  sins  forgiven, 

Crown  thee  with  his  peace  and  love, 
Turn  thy  hell  to  heav'n  ; 
Guide  thee  by  his  counsel  here, 
Still  thy  strength  renewing, 
Save  from  ev'ry  anxious  care 
All  thy  foes  subduing. 

5  And    when   earth  with  all  its  strife 
Thou  in  peace  art  leaving  ; 

When  the  dearest,  chords  of  life 
Death's  strong  hand   is   reaving, 
Thou,. my  soul  shall  mount  on  high, 
Gain  thy  Wav'nly  treasure, 
Live  with  God,  no  more  to  die, 
In  those  realms  of  pleasure. 
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HYMN  390.  P-  M.  8  lines  8  s. 

I  "ITITHAT  think  you  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 

TV     To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot, 
I  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 
Sure,  these  have  no  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themseives  wretched  and  lost ; 
So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 
I  Some  call  him  a  Saviour,  in  word. 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan  ; 
And  hope  he  his  health  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can  : 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 

(A  little,  they  own,  they  may  fall,) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 
:  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  sny  he's  the  fountain  of  joys  ; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  trie  world  and  its  toys  ; 
Like  Judas  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 

And  while  they  salute  him,  betray  ; 
Ah!  what  will  profession  like  this 

Avail  in  his  terrible  day? 
If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 
.     Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say,  he's  my  meat  and  my  diink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store, 
My  Shepherd,  my  Husband,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall  ; 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 
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H  YMIV  391.  L  M 

1  rj^HERE  is  a  schoqLon  earth  begun, 

M.  Instructed  by  The  Holy  One ; 
He  calls  his  pupils  there,  to  prove 
The  sweetness  of  redeeming  love. 

2  The  school  book  is  the  Scripture,  true  ; 
The  lessons  are  forever  new  ; 

In  this  the  pupils  are  agreed, 
It  is  a  blessed  school  indeed. 

3  'Tis  here  the  blind  may  learn  to  see ; 
Then  come,  ye  blind,  the  school  is  free  : 
And  here  the  lame  may  learn  to  walk ; 
The  dumb  may  also  learn  to  talk. 

4  'Tis  here  the  deaf  may  learn  to  hear ; 
Then  come  ye  deaf  and  lend  an  ear ; 
Listen  to  Jesus'  pleasant  voice, 

He'll  make  your  mourning  souls  rejoice. 

5  Come,  brethren,  you,  who  are  at  school, 
Attention  pay  to  ev'ry  rule ; 

Here  may  we  learn  the  happy  art 
Of  loving  God  with  all  our  heart. 


HYMN  392.  L  M. 

1  TTTT ARK  !  don't  you  hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 
jLJL  The  tokens  of  redeeming  love  ? 
From  hill  to  hill  we  hear  the  sound, 

The  neighboring  valleys  echo  round ! 
Oh  Zion  !  hear  the  Turtle  DoVe, 
The  tokens  of  redeeming  love: 
They're  come  the  barren  land  to  cheer, 
And  welcome  in  the  jubile  year. 

2  The  winter's  past,  the  rain  is  o'er. 

We  feel  the  chilling  winds  no  more  ;  • 

Sweet  spring  is  come,  and  summer  too, 
All  things  appear  divinely  new  ; 
On  Zion's  mount  the  watchmen  cry, 
The  resurrection's  drawing  nigh; 
Behold  the  nations  from  abroad 
Are  flocking  to  the  mount  of  God. 
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3  The  trumpet  sounds  both  far  and  nigh, 
"Oh  sinners,  turn  •  why  will  you  die  ?" 
How  can  you  stand  the  gospel  charms? 
Enlist  with  Christ,  gird  on  your  arms  : 
These  are  the  days  that  were  foretold 
In  ancient  times  by  prophets  old  ; 
They  long'd  to  see  this  glorious  light, 
But  all  have  died  without  the  sight. 

4  The  latter  days  have  now  come  on, 
And  fugitives  are  flocking  home  ; 
Behold  them  crowd  the  gospel  road, 
All  pressing  for  the  mount  of  God. 
Oh  yes,  and  I  will  join  the  band- 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand  ; 
With  Satan's  bands  no  more  I'll  be, 

But  fight  for  Christ  and  lib-arty. 

5  His  banner  soon  shall  be  unfurl'd, 
And  he  will  come  to  judge  the  world; 
On  Zion's  mountain  we  will  stand, 
Surrounded  by  fair  Canaan's  land, 
The  sun  and  moon  shall  darken'd  be, 
The  flames  consume  the  land  and  sea ; 
When  worlds  on  worlds  together  blaze 
We'll  shout  and  loud  hosannas  raise. 


HYMN  393.  L-  M. 

Camp  Meeting  Hymn. 

1  g^i  AMP-MEETINGS  with  thy  presence  crown, 
H_^  And  show'r,  O  Lord,  thy  blessings  down  i 
Fill  ev'ry  heart  with  holy  zeal, 

And  all  thy  right'ousness  reveal. 

2  O'er  all  our  hosts  do  thou  preside, 
And  all  our  various  movements  guide; 
The  praying  companies  attend. 

And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  friend. 

3  Pour  out  thy  spirit  on  thy- sons, 
And  visit  thine  annointed  ones; 
May  every  virgin  trim  her  lamp, 
And  glory  rest  upon  our  camp. 

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4  May  pray'r  and  praise  united  rise 
Like  holy  incense  to  the  skies :    ' 
In  all  the  camp  display  thy  pow'r ! 
May  souls  be  born  each  day  and  hour. 

HYMN394.L-M. 

1  TTJE  dies  !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  I 
M.M-  Lo  .'  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  I 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground ! 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two. 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  : 
But  O  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  Lord  forsakes  the  tomb ! 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies, 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  your  great  deliv'rer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains. 

6  Say,  "live  forever,  wondrous  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  1" 

)    Then  ask  the  monster  "Where's  thy  sting  ?" 
"And  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ?*• 


HYMJT  395.  P-  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6. 


*s 


On  Baptism. 
ALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 
All  right'ousness  to  fill ; 
Twas  here  the  ancient  baptist  stood, 
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Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 
To  do  his  master's  will. 

2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
His  right  to  be  baptized  then,  . 

The  baptist  gave  consent, 
On  Jordan's  banks  they  did  prepare, 
The  baptist  and  his  Master  dear, 

Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 

3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream 
The  baptist  led  the  Holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize  ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleas'd  with  what  he'd  done, 

And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 

4  The  opening  heav'n  anon  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghost  then  quickly  flies, 

Down  from  the  courts  above  ; 
And  on  the  body,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  Spirit  lights  and  does  remain, 

In  shape  like  a  fair  doye. 

5  "This  is  my  son,"  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

O  !  children  hear  ye  him  ; 

tHark!  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries, 
Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptised, 
And  wash  away  your  sin. 
6  Come  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way, 
And  has  a  crown  prepar'd ; 
O!  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 
And  have  a  great  reward. 

7  Believing  children,  gather  round, 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  heart  arise  ; 
See  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Saviour  calling  come, 

Ye  converts  be  baptised ! 

8  Behold  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands, 

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To  wait  upon  the  bride  ; 
Ye  candidates  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 

Down  by  the  water  side. 


HYMJf  396.  L  M. 

Philip  and  the  Eunuch.    Acts  viii,  36. 

1  p"B^HE  sacred  page  proclaims  abroad 

JL      The  glories  of  the  sovereign  God, 
Whose  providence  and  grace  unite 
To  bring  his  great  decrees  to  light. 

2  From  Ethiopia's  sun-burnt  plains. 
Where  sultry  summer  ceaseless  reigns, 
An  Eunuch  chief,  of  wealth  and  fame, 
To  worship  in  the  temple  came. 

3  Returning  home  the  thoughtful  sage 
Perus'd  the  deep  prophetic  page ; 

Of  Jesus  read,  as  on  he  went, 

But  doubted  whom  the  Prophet  meant. 

4  By  heaven's  command,  that  moment  came 
Philip,  a  follow'r  of  the  Lamb : 

Him  the  enquiring  prince  receiv'd, 
And  all  the  words  he  spake,  believ'd. 

5  Then  of  his  duty  well  appris'd 
The  Eunuch  wish'd  to  be  baptiz'd  : 
A  silver  stream  ran  full  in  sight. 
He  asks,  and  soon  receives  the  rite. 

6  He  journeys  on  without  delay, 
In  Christ  rejoicing  all  the  way, 
And  tells  the  Ethiopian  race 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 


HYMN  397.  L  M. 

On  washing  feet.    John  xiii.  2^17. 
HEN  Jesus  Christ  was  here  below 
He  taught  his  people  what  to  do; 
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HYMNS. 

And  if  we  would  his  precepts  keep, 
We  must  descend  to  washing  feet. 

2  For  on  that  night  he  was  betray'd, 
He  for  us  all  a  pattern  laid  ; 
Soon  as  his  supper  he  did  eat, 

He  rose  and  washed  his  brethren's  feet. 

3  The  Lord  who  made  the  earth  and  sky, 
Arose  and  laid  his  garments  by ; 

And  wash"d  their  feet,  to  show  that  we 
Should  always  kind  and  humble  be.. 

4  He  wash'd  them  all  to  make  them  clean 
But  Judas  still  was  full  of  sin  ; 

May  none  of  us.  like  Judas,  sell 
The  Lord  for  gold,  and  go  to  hell. 

5  Peter  said  "Lord,  it  shall  not  be, 
"Thou  shalt  not  stoop  to  washing  me." 
O  that  no  christian  here  may  say 

I'm  too  unworthy  to  obey. 

6  "You  call  me  Lord,  and  Master  too, 
"Then  do  as  I  have  done  to  you  : 
"All  my  commands  and  councils  keep, 
"And  show  your  love,  by  washing  feet  * 

7  "Ye  shall  be  happy  if  ye  know 
"And  do  these  things,  by  faith,  below ; 
"And  I'll  protect  you  till  you  die, 
"And  then  remove  you  up  on  high. 

HYMN  398.  L  M. 

For  the  Lord's  Supper. 

1  JfJElWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

JL    When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake, 
What  love  thro'  all  his  actions  ran, 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 
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3  "This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 
"Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blest  the  wine, 
"Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 

4  For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn, 
When,  for  black  crimes  of  largest  size, 
He  gave  himself  a  sacrifice. 

5  "Do  this,"  he  cry'd,  "till  time  shall  end, 
"In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend, 
"Meet  at  my  table  and  record, 

"The  Love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

6  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return  and  we  shall  eat, 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  399.  P.  M.  8,8,11,9.' 

The  mountain  Calvary. 

1  ^~iOME,  O  my  heart,  and  let  us  take 
\j  An  ev'ning  walk  becoming  thee  ; 

And  whither  dost  thou  choose,  we  shall  take  our 
To  Calvary  or  Gethsemane  ?  [course, 

2  Oh!  Calv'ry  is  a  mountain  high, 

And  quite  too  great  a  task  for  me  ; 
And  an  ev'ning's  repose,  I  would  rather  choose, 
Than  Calvary  or  Gethsemane. 

3  The  mountain  would  not  seem  so  high, 

Nor  yet  so  great  a  task  for  thee, 
If  thou  didst  love  the  man,  who  first  laid  the  plan, 
Of  climbing  the  mountain  Calvary. 

4  Whatl  leave  my  comp'ny  all  behind, 

In  youthful  bloom  to  go  with  the.e  ? 
There's  time  enough  yet,  and  th'  journey's  not  so 
I  can  soon  climb  th'  mountain  Calvary,     [great. 

5  Your  gay  companions  will  not  do. 

Poor  blinded  soul  couldst  thou  but  see, 
If  e'er  thou  wouldst  stand,  on  Canaan's  happy  land, 
Thou  must  first  climb  th'  mountain  Calvary. 
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HYMNS.  400 

fl  i  now  would  rather  live  at  ease, 

And  go  some  other  time  with  th?e  ; 
When  blooming  youth  is  gone,  and  old  age  comes  on 
I  will  then  go  with  thee  t'  Calvary. 

7  There  is  no  better  time  than  youth 

To  climb  this  mountain  you  must  see, 
When  youthful  days  are  gone,  and  old  age  comes  oil 
How  then  canst  thou  climb  up  Calvary? 

8  Oh  hark  !  I  heard  a  dreadful  sound- 

Awake,  awake,  thy  danger  see, 
A  blooming  youth  is  gone,  and  is  laid  in  th'  tomb 
Who  refus'd  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

9  Alas !  I  know  not  what  to  do, 

A  dread  alarm  hath  seized  me  ; 
In  sin  I've  gone  on,  till  I  fear  I'm  undone, 
How  now  can  I  climb  up  Calvary. 

10  O !  tarry  not  in  all  the  plains, 

Eternal  vengeance  threatens  thee  ; 
But  look  up  to  th'  man  who  was  slain  for  thy  sin, 
And  he'll  help  thee  t'  climb  up  Calvary. 


HYMN  400.  P.  M.  5,6,5,6. 

Christ  inviting  sinners  to  the  cross. 

1  'mATILL  you  come  to  th'  cross 

V  ▼     I  have  died  on  for  you, 
To  save  you  from  death, 
That  is  justly  your  due. 

CHORUS. 
Ah  !  will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  yo'i. 
Come  to  the  cross. 
Ah  !  will  you,  &c— Come  to  the  cross- 

2  There  while  at  my  feet 

In  contrition  you  lie, 
I'll  hush  with  my  love, 
Ev'ry  penitent  sigh. 
Ah!  will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you, 
Kneel  at  my  feet, 

Ah!  will  you,  &c— Kneel  at  ray  feet. 
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3  'Tiath'  Saviour  that  calls, 

'Tis  your  God  that  implores, 
Ye  sinners  to  turn 
And  be  sinners  no  more. 

Ah  !  will  you,  will  you,  win  you,  will  yo% 

Turn  and  be  free. 

Ah  !  will  you,  &c. — Turn  and  be  free. 

4  Be  free  from  the  world, 

Its  temptations  and  cares, 
And  take  up  th'  cross- 
It  is  easy  to  bear. 

Ah !  will  you,  wilr  you,  wiH  you,  will  yen* 

Take  up  the  cross. 

Ah  !  will  you,  &c— Take  up  the  cross.- 

5  Will  you  walk  in  m'  ways, 

Will  you  do  what  I  say, 
And  evince  to  the  world 
That  you're  children  of  day. 

Ah?  will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will.  yoi& 

Do  what- 1  say. 

Ah  I  will  you,  &c. — Do  what  I  say. 

6  Then  when  you  are  done 

With  the  sorrows  of  time, 
You  shall  reign  with  your 
Saviour  in  happi'r  climes. 

Ah !  will  you,,  will  you,  will  you,  will  yo% 

Reign  with  me  there. 

Ah!  will  you,  &c— Reign  witferae  there. 


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HYMN  401.  s:  M.-J.  w. 

On  the  meeting  of  friends. 
HE  Lord  our  help  has  been; 


Our  lives  he  hath  prolong'd; 
Giv'n  us  on  earth  to  meet  againv 
With  nothing  tost  or  wrong'cs. 
2  O  !  for  tins  love  and  grace 
Let  ev'ry  heart  now  raise, 
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HYMNS.  402-3 

With  sweet  accord,  each  ransom'd  pow'r, 
To  celebrate  his  praise. 
3  Whilst  earth  is  our  abode— 
Our  God  we  will  idore  ; 
And  when  we  get  to  Zion's  hill, 
We'll  praise  him  evermore. 


HYMN  402.  C.  M.— J.  W. 

Dedication  of  a  Meeting-house. 

1  mHIS  new  built  Bethel  now  is  done, 

JL    And  here  we've  met  to-day. 
To  dedicate  this  house  to  God- 
To  preach,  to  sing  and  pray. 

2  Here  may  the  pray'r  of  faith  prevail — 

Here  may  the  Gospel  run  : 

And  ev'ry  true  believer  feel, 

The  bliss  of  heav'n  begun. 

3  May  sinners  here  their  sins  renounce, 

And  yield  their  all  to  God; 
Prom  sin  and  hell  redemption  find, 
By  faith    in   Jesus'  blood. 

4  "Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease — 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

5  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home  ; 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room." 

HYMN  403.  M.  7  s. 

Privileges  of  Adoption. 
1  "|3LESSED  are  the  sons  of  God, 
fj  They  are  bought  with  Jesus  bloo4 
They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave — 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have; 
With  them  number'd  may  we  he, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 
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2  They  are  justifi'd  by  grace  ; 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace  ; 
All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away  ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace 
In  the  works  of  right'ousness  ; 
They  are  harmless,  meek  and  mild, 
Holy,  blameless,  undefil'd ; 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  a  heav'nly  birth ; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one ; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun  ; 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 


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HYMN  404.  L  M. 

Crucifixion  to  the  world. 
HEN  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross 
On  which  the  prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  1 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  wide  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a   present  far  too  small; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 
Demands  my  60ul,  my  life,  my  all. 

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HYMNS.  405-6 

HYMN  405.  P.  M.7s. 

Christ's  Resurrection. 
ARK  !  the  herald  anyels  say, 


Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day  1 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

J  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 

I   Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won: 

;   Lo  !  the  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 

!   Lo!  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

}  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 
'Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting?' 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 
'Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave?' 

I  'Hail,  thou  great  almighty  Lord, 
'Hail,  thou  blest  incarnate  Word; 
'Hail,  thou  suff  ring  son  of  God, 
'Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood.' 

HYMN  406.  L  M. 

Praise  frovi  all  the  Earth. 
II    g^ROM  all  who  dwell  below  the  skies, 
!    Jt;     Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
i    Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
i    Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
I  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attend  thy  word  : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 
3  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
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40f-8  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  407.  C.  M.-Taylqr. 

For  sundry  occasions. 

1  ^iOME,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth, 
^J  And  think  Jbat  we  must  die  ; 
What  are  our  best  delights  on  earth, 

Compar'd  with  those  on  high. 

2  Our  pleasures  here  will  soon  be  past, 

Our  brightest  joys  decay, 
But  pleasures  there  forever  last 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

3  Here  sins  and  sorrows  we  deplore, 

With  many  cares  distrest; 
But  there  the  mourners  weep  no  more, 
And  there  the  weary  rest. 

4  Our  dearest  friends,  when  death  shall  call, 

At  once  must  hence  depart; 
But  there  we  hope  to  meet  them  all, 
And  never,  never  part. 

5  Then  let  us  love  and  serve  the  Lord, 

With  all  our  ransom'd  powers ; 
And  we  shall  gain  this  great  reward, 
This  glory  shall  be  ours. 

HYMN  408.  L.  M. 

1  "^K7"HEN  Jesus  first  at  heave"n'g  command, 
▼  Y     Arose  and  left  his  father's  throne 
Redeeming  work  to  do  he  came, 
And  guardian  angels  knew  the  same, 
CHOR.     Oo  die  my  son,  my  son  go  suffer  pain, 

And  then  return  to  me  again. 
8  See  Jesus  climb  up  Calvary's  hill, 
To  do  his  father's  blessed  will ; 
See  him  with  spears  they  pierce  amain, 
His  precious  side— he  dies  in  pain, 

Oo  die  my  son,  my  son  go  suffer  pain, 
And  then  return  to  me  again. 

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HYMNS.  409-10 

3  Arise  my  son,  once  more  obey— 
Go,  angels  roll  the  stone  away. 
My  son  is  coming  back  again, 
And  shall  with  ine  forever  reign. 

Now  reign  thou  great  Redeemer,  reign  on  high, 
In  glory,  pow'r  and  majesty. 


HYMN  409.  C.  M.-J.  W. 

A  Revival  Hymn. 
1  £<PIRIT  of  God,  thine  influ'nce  shed 
j^  On  us,  and  all  around  ; 
Hallow  this  place,  and  bless  thy  word ; 
Make  ev'ry  heart  to  bound. 
3  A  solemn  and  a  feeling  time  • 

May  this  occasion  be, 
That  old  and  young— that  rich  and  poor, 
Thy  pow'r  displayed  may  see. 

3  Come  now,  bless'd  spirit  from  above 

Come  now,  just  now  descend  ; 
Convince  the  unconvinced  of  sin, 
And  then  their  troubles  end.  % 

4  The  joy  of  cancel'd  sin  bestow— 

The  bliss  of  paradise — 
O !  let  us  have  a  penticost, 
A  falling,  and  a  rise 


HYMN  410.  P.  M.  9,7,7,10. 

1  iffeUR  bondage  here  shall  end,  by  and  by, 
\j  From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free  ; 

Hail     the    glor'ous  jubilee ; 
And  to  Canaan  march  along,  by  and  by. 

2  Our  deliv'rer,  he  shall  come,  by  and  by, 

And  our  sorrows  have  an  end, 
With  our  three  score  years  and  ten, 
And  vast  glory  crown  the  day,  by  and  by, 

3  Tho'  our  enemies  are  strong,  we'll  go  on, 

Tho'  our  hearts  dissolve  with  fear, 
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Lo  "^Sinai's  God  is  near  ! 
While  the  fiery  pillar  moves,  we'll  go  on. 

4  Thro'  Ma-rah  bitter  streams,  we'll  go  on  ; 

Tho'  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
And  the  land  yield  no  supply  ; 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine,  we'll  go  on. 

5  And  when  to  Jordan's  floods,  we  are  come> 

Jehovah  rules  the  tide — 
And  the  waters  he'U  divide, 
And  the  ransom'd  host  shall  shout,  we  are  come 
C  Then  friends  shall  meet  again,  who  have  lov'd  i 
Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet, 
At  th'  dear  Redeemer's  feet ; 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  who  have  lov'd 
7  Then  with  all  the  happy  throng,  we'll  rejoice, 
Shouting  praises  to  pur  king, 
Till  the  vaults  of  heaven  ring  ; 
^And  through  all  eternity,  we'll  rejoice. 

HYMN  411.  L  M. 

1  f^i  O  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord, 
%Jf  Bid  the  whole  world  my  grace  receive; 
He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word ; 
He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 
21*11  make  your  great  commission  known, 
And  you  shall  prove  my  Gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do, 
3  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end, 
All  pow'r  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 


HYMN  412.  CM. 

The  Gospel,  or  birth  of  Christ. 
1  "WWTHILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 
▼  ▼     All  seated  on  the  ground,  fnigh 


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HYMNS.  41,' 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 
§  "Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind,) 
"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 
3  "To  you  in  David's  town  this  day, 
Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  ; 
1  "The  heav'nly  babe  you  there  shall  find 
To  human  view  display'd, 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 
5  "Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  on  high, 
And  thus  address'd  their  song ; 
5  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good  will  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men, 
Begin  and  never  cease." 


HYMtf  413.  P-  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

1  fjAIL,  all  hail !  bless'd  Sabbath  morning, 
JUL  Prelude  to  eternal  rest; 

Heav'n  descends  to  crown  thy  mem'ry  ; 
Millions  rise  to  call  the  blest ; 
Hallelujah 
Hail  the  day  of  sacred  rest. 

2  Hail,  all  hail !  bless'd  courts  of  Zion, 

Habitation  of  our  King  : 
May  thy  congregated  thousands, 

Make  thy  domes  with  praises  ring  ; 
Hallelujah, 
Shout  the  praise  of  Zion's  King. 

3  Hail,  all  Hail !  thrice  blessed  gospel, 

Clothed  with  energy  divine  ; 
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Word  of  life— for  ever  precious ; 
Treasure  of  th'  eternal  mind : 
Word  Eternal, 
Nerve  the  weak— illume  the  blind. 

4  Hail,  all  Hail !  ye  sacred  heralds 

Of  the  cross,  the  crucifl'd  : 
Lift  the  banner— blow  the  trumpet, 

Tell  the  nations,  Jesus  died  1 
Hallelujah, 
Jesus'  word  is  glorifi'd. 

5  Hail,  all  hail !  my  dear  companions, 

Trav'lers  to  the  land  of  peace  ; 
Love  divine,  cements  our  union, 

Fits  us  for  our  bless'd  release  : 
Happy  signal, 
tOeath  our  union  shall  increase. 

6  Then  we'll  hail  the  upper  Zion, 

Sabbaths  there  shall  never  end  : 
O  how  sweet  to  sing  forever — 

Gazing  on  the  sinners  Friend  I 
Hallelujah, 
iSlory  be  to  God— amen. 


HYMN  414.  P.  M.  4  lines,  8  s. 

1  ITS  EAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
II.  The  glad  tidings  of  salvation  ; 
Published  to  ev'ry  creature, 

To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 
Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  Victorians, 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying ; 
Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour. 

Jesus  reigns,  #c. 

3  Hear  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 

Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing; 
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Here  is  life  and  free  salvation 
OfTer'd  to  the  whole  creation, 
Jesus  reigns,  dj-c. 

4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  be  was  crucified  ; 
Conquer'd  death  and  rose  to  heaven 
Life  eternal  through  him's  given. 

Jesus  reigns,  S(C. 

5  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy, 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly ; 
Turn  or  you  are  lost  forever, 

O !  now  turn  to  God  your  Saviour. 
Jesus  reigns,  S(C 

6  Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money ; 
Mercy,  likea  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

Jesus  reigns,  S(C. 

7  For  this  love  let 'rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  chrystal  fountains; 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises, 

Jesus  reigns,  8(C. 

8  Shout  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  lion. 
The  almighty  King  of  Zion. 

Jesus  reigns,  ^-c. 

9  Now  our  souls  have  caught  new  fire, 
Brethren  raise  your  voices  higher ; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 

To  the  prince  of  our  salvation. 
»    Jesus  reigns,  SfC 

10  Shout  ye  saints  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  has  purchased  our  redemption  ; 
Angels  shout  the  joyful  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 

Jesus  reigns,  %c. 

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415  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYM1V  415.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7 

Day  of  Judgment. 

1  TTT|AY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  I 
JU  Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  J 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine: 
"Gracious  Saviour, 
"Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine !" 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken. 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 
All  the  powr's  of  nature,  shaken 

By  his  looks  prepare  to  flee  : 
Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 

"Hence  accursed  wretch  depart! 
"Thou  with  Satan 
"And  his  angels,  have  thy  part !" 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below. 
He  will  say,  "Come  near,  ye  blessed, 

"See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  : 
"You  forever 
"Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrow  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise  I 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches. 

Sighs  shall  then,  be  ehang'd  to  praise  j 
May  we  triumph 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze. 
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HYMNS.  416-17 

HYMN  416.  S  M. 

The  gospel  ministry. 

1  "JJOW  beaut'ous  are  their  feet, 
M.M.  Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ; 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
"He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  I 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heav'nly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songa, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  the  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviourand  their  God. 


HYMN  417.  S.  M. 

1  TJESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
Jl9  Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year  a  sinful  soul 

Had  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  The  voice  of  one  unknown, 

Advancing  where  he  lay. 
Bespoke  him  in  a  gentle  tone, 
And  thus  it  seem'd  to  say : 
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3  "Poor,  sinful,  dying  soul. 

Why  lingei  here  and  die  ? 
Only  consent  to  be  made  whole, 
You  need  no  longer  lie ! 

4  "The  Saviour  passing  by, 

Well  knows  your  sinking  state, 
And  while  the  Saviour  is  so  nigh, 
The  sinner  need  not  wait." 

5  That  voice  dispell'd  the  charm, 

His  fatal  slumbers  broke  ; 
He  saw  his  sins  with  fresh  alarm, 
And  fear'd  the  vengeful  stroke. 

6  Unable  to  endure, 

He  call'd  for  aid  divine — 
The  great  Physician  wrought  the  cure ; 
That  guilty  soul  was  mine. 

HYMN  418.  P.  .M.  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

Types  of  Christ. 

1  "JTSRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 
J|   Not  only  had  a  view 

Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gospel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood- besprinkled  door, 

Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 

And  once  applied  with  pow'r, 
Would  teach  the    need  of  other  blood, 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 

3  The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whose  blood  of  matchless  worth 

Should  be  the  soul's  defence  ; 
For  he,  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own 

4  The  scape-goat  on  his  head, 
The  people's  trespass  bore, 

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HYMNS.  419 

And  to  the  desert  led, 

Was  to  be  seen  no  more  : 
In  him  our  surety  seem'd  to  say, 
"Behold  I  bear  your  sins  away." 

5  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood 
The  living  bird  went  free  ; 
The  type,  well  understood, 
Express'd  the  sinner's  plea  ; 

Describ'd  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharg'd. 

6  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 
Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  same  in  ev'ry  age  ! 

O  !  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsaf'd  to  me. 

HOT  419.  C.  M. 

Brazen  serpent. 

1  "%/STHEN  Israel's  sons,  a  murm'ring  race, 

W  V      Despis'd  their  heav'nly  bread, 
God  bade  his  fiery  serpents  fly, 
To  strike  the  rebels  dead. 

2  Swift  like  an  arrow  through  the  air 

The  baneful  reptiles  fly; 
The  rebels  feel  the  deadly  wound, 
And  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die. 

3  A  part  still  live  ;  but  O  !  what  looks, 

What  agonizing  pain ! 
The  fatal  poison  works  within, 
And  human  help  is  vain. 

4  Now  Moses  feels  his  Israel's  griefs, 

To  God  for  them  he  prays  ; 
A  brazen  serpent  he's  to  make, 
And  on  a  pole  to  raise. 

5  How  strange  the  means  .'  but  in  his  hand 

The  remedy  how  sure! 
Not  one  that  view'd  the  healing  brass 
But  found  immediate  cure. 
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6  Thus  Jesus  on  the  sacred  cross 
Is  lifted  up  on  high  ; 
Sinners,  now  look  to  him  by  faith, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 


HYMN  420.  L.  M. 

To-day. 

1  "BJ|"ASTE]V,  O  1  sinner  to  be  wise, 
MM.  And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 

The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  O  hasten  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Before  this  ev'ning's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  O!  sinner,  to  return, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done.  i " 

4  Hasten,  O !  sinner,  to  the  blest, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

HYMN  421.  P.  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

Rejoice  in  the  Lord  always. 
EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 


R 


Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals  give  thanks  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above: 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
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HYMNS.  422 


His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  ; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'h  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  rejoice. 

Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 

And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 

HYMN  422.  C.  M. 

Providences  reviewed. 
1  'mjKTHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  !  my  God, 
W  v     My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
S  Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  redress'd  ; 
When  silent  in  the  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

3  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unseen  convey'd  me  safe. 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Thro'  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And,  after  death,  in  distant  worlds 
Thy  mercy  still  explore. 

5  Thro'  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  : 
But,  O!  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 
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423-24  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  423.  C.  M. 

Prospect  of  the  resurrection. 
|HRO'  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 


i  rwv 


Amid  the  deep'ning  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injur'd  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  where  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  pow'rs  decay, 
Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away.    % 

3  Our  labours  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  These  ashes  poor,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise,  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

5  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  ev'ry  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

HYMN  424.  L  M. 

The  mercy-seat. 

1  TO(ROIVI  ev'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows— 
_Hj     From  ev'ry  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 

'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 

A  place,  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood- bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, — 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  J 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

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HYMNS.  425 

4  Ah  i  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desojate,  dismay'd  ? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suft'ring  saints  no  mercy -seat? 

5  There,  there  on  eagle-wings  we  soar, 
And  sin,  and  sense  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  heav'n  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

6  O  !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still : 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 


HYMN  425.  LM. 

The  striving  of  the  Spirit. 

1  C<  AY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
►^  Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul,— 
Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 

And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Ha\,h  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity  ; 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee  ? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'nly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man  ; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  Jove  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day, 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be; 
Oh,  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  the®. 
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426  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMJV  426.  P.  M.  12  s. 

The  voice  of  Free  grace. 

1  fW^HE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  escape  to  tha 

JBL  [mountain, 

For  all  that  believe,  Christ  has  open'd  a  fountain  ; 

For  sin,  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression. 

His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of  salvatiuo 

f  CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  purchased  our  pardon  I 

We' Upraise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Saviour  repair 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy,  and  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a  inonn 

[tain 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  streams  from  tms 

[fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  Lord,  reigns  triumphantly  glorious; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  victorious! 
With  shouting  proclaim  it, — O!  trust  in  his  passion! 
He  saves  us  most  freely  ;— O  !  glorious  salvation ! 

4  Our  Jesus  proclaims  his  name  all  victorious, 
He  reigns  ove r  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glorious ; 
To  Jesus  we'll  join  with  the  great  congregation. 
And  triumph,  ascriuing  to  him  our  salvation. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore. 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  him  the  more; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains,  on  the  banks  of  the 
And  then  sing  salvation  for  ever  and  ever,    [river 


HYMN  427.  L.  M. 

Distinguishing  grace  acknowledged. 

1  "■"  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes  from  far  : 
M.  From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad ; 

It  soothes  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear, 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 

2  And  it  is  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice; 
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HYMNS.  428 

And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice  ? 

3  Alas,  for  those ! — the  day  is  near, 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more ; 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 
The  voice,  they  would  not  hear  before. 

4  With  such,  I  own,  I  once  appear'd, 

But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss  ; 
For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard 
Than  mercy  utters,  from  the  cross. 

5  But  let  me  not  forget  to  own, 

That  if  I  differ  aught  from  those, 
'Tis  due  to  sov'reign  grace  alone, 
That  oft  selects  its  proudest  foes. 

HYMN  428.  P.  M.  8  lines,  8  s. 

Death  of  a  sister. 
1  tPTTVS  finish'd  !  the  conflict  is  past, 
i    The  heaven  born  spirit  is  fled; 
Her  wish  is  accomplish'd  at  last, 

And  now  she's  entomb'd  with  the  dead. 
The  months  of  affliction  are  o'er, 

The  days  and  the  nights  of  distress  ; 
We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more- 
She's  gained  her  happy  release. 
I  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 
Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now ; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 

Since  Christ  was  her  life  when  below. 
Her  soul  has  now  taken  her  flight 

To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 
And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 
3  The  victory  now  is  obtain'd  ; 

She's  gone  her  dear  Saviour  to  see  ; 
Her  wishes  she  fully  has  gain'd — 
She's  now  where  she  longed  to  be. 
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Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain, 

That  she  has  now  gone  from  our  sights 

We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 
With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 

HYMN  429.  P.  M. 

The  dying  Christian  speaking  to  his  soul. 
ITAL  spark  of  heav'nly  flame  ! 


V 


Q,uit,  O  !  quit  this  mortal  frame; 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying; 
Oh  !  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature!  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life  ! 

2  Hark!  they  whisper— angels  say, 
"Sister  spirit,  come  away  !" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath, 
Tell  me,  my  soul— can  this  be  death? 

3  The  world  recedes!— it  disappears!-— 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes  !— my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  I  mount !  I  fly  ! 
O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

HYMN  430,  P.  M.  11  s  6c  10  s. 

Invitation  to  the  Mercy-seat. 

1  ^<OME  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
\j  Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  an« 

[guish, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heav'n  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure} 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot  cure. 
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HYMNS.  431-32 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life  ;  see  waters  flowing, 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above; 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  come,  ever  knowing, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heav'n  cannot  cure. 


HYMN  431.  C.  M. 

Not  ashamed  of  the  gispel.    2  Tim.  i.  12 

1  TT'M  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
JL  Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 

The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name  ; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust : 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

HYMN  432.  P.  M.  8,8,6, 

1  TTB" OW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ; 
jtJL  How  free  fro,m  ev'ry  anxious  thought 

From  wordly  hope  and  fear ; 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  eel, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 

He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  ; 
A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 
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3  There  is  my  house  and  portion  Fair; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay. 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies  ; 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  heav'nly  rest ! 
When'er  my  pilgrimage  shall  end; 
I'll  pray,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast ! 

HYMN  433.  P.  M.  7  s  &  6  s. 

Christ  our  all. 

1  "'ttT'AIN  delusive  world  adieu, 

▼      With  all  of  creature  good, 
Only  Jesus  I'll  pursue, 

Who  bought,  me  with  his  blood ; 
All  thy  pleasure  I'll  forego, 
I'll  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucifi'd ! 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
'Tis  all  but  vanity  ; 

Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  wo, 
The  sin  atoning  victim  died  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucifi'd  I 

3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
And  pleasure  without  end, 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 
And  ever  in  his  love  abide  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucifi'd. 
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4  O !  that  I  could  all  invite, 
This  saving  truth  to  prove  ; 
Show  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus"  love  ; 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show, 
This  blood  alone  by  faith  appli'd ; 
Only  Jesus  will  1  know. 

And  Jesus  crucifi'di 


HYMJY  434.P  M.7S&6S. 

The  gospel  banner. 

1  "WTO  W  be  the  gospel  banner 
,1^1    In  ev'ry  land  unfurl'd, 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna, 

Re-echoed  through  the  world  ; 
Till  ev'ry  isle  and  nation, 

Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  tongue. 
Receive  the  great  salvation. 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  What  tho'  th'  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine  1 
His  arm  throughout  their  regions 

Shall  soon  in  terror  shine. 
Gird  on  thy  sword  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace. 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, 

Ere  yet  the  battle  cease. 

3  Yes,  thou  shah  reign  for  ever. 

O  Jesus  !  King  of  kings, 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings. 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting. 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

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435-36  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  435.  P,  M.  8,7,8,7,7,7. 

1  "WTRTilO  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom  ? 

▼  ▼     All  his  raiment  stain'd  with  blood ; 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom, 
Bringing  and  bestowing  good  ; 
Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears. 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 

Trav'ling  onward  in  his  might ; 
'Tis  the  Saviour,  O!  how  glorious; 

To  his  people  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquer'd,  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 

3  Why  that  blood,  his  raiment  staining? 

'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain  ; 
Of  his  foes,  there's  none  remaining, 

Now  the  contest  to  maintain  ; 
Fall'n  are  they,  no  more  to  rise 

All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  forever, 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won  J 
Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done ! 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  foes ; 
Thou  hast  heal'd  thy  people's  woes ! 

HYMN  436.  P-  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6, 

1  "SJTELP  Lord,  the  weakest  instrument, 
JLMl  Thy  sov'reign  grace  hath  ever  sent, 

To  publish  and  proclaim 
The  reigning  pow'r  and  peace  of  God  ; 
General  redemption  in  thy  blood, 

And  pardon  through  thy  name. 

2  T'  exalt  myself,  I  would  not  speak, 
Or,  proud  of  my  own  talents,  seek 

The  praise  of  flatt'ring  man, 
But  serve  thee  with  a  single  eye, 
And,  while  thy  name  I  magnify, 

Thy  approbation  gain. 
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HYMNS.  437 


3  Here  may  I  covet  no  reward, 
Nor  trifles,  temporal  regard, 

Or  reckon  earth  my  home  ; 
But  things  invisible  desire,  4 

And  wait  for  my  appointed  hire 

Till  Christ  my  Lord  shall  come. 

4  A  life  of  poverty  and  toil, 

A  thousand  lives,  one  gracious  smile 

Of  thine  will  over  pay  ; 
If  thou  receive  me  with  "well  donel" 
And  for  thy  faithful  servant  own, 

In  that  triumphant  day. 

HYMN  437.  L-  M.-J.W. 

1  W  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives ; 

JB.  What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  givei  ! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives  my  everlasting  head. 

2  He  lives  triumphant  o'er  the  grave. 
He  lives  eternally  to  save  ; 

He  lives  all  glorious  in  the  sky, 
He  lives  exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  Jus  love. 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above; 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed. 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  my  kind,  wise,  heav'nly  friend. 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end  ; 

He  lives,  and  while  ht:  lives  I'll  sing. 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

5  He  lives  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

6  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name ; 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same; 
O !  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  give*, 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 

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438-39  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  438.  P  M. 

The  Eden  of  Love. 

1  IIOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await 
JLM.  In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest  [me 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet 

' v#V  [me' 

And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of  Love. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tun'd  celestial, 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terrestrial 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise  ; 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through  hea- 

[ven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  To  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden  of 

[Love. 

3  Then  hail,  blessed  state!  Hail,  ye  songsters  of  glory! 

Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 

"Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus'  love." 
Though  'prison'd  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation, 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probation  j 

My  heart's  now  in  Heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 


HYMN  439.  C.  M.-J.  W. 

1  "^nSTE'RE  pilgrims  on  our  journey  home, 
Wv     To  Canaan's  happy  land : 
Where  christians  undivided  dwell, 
United  heart  in  hand. 

CHORUS. 
With  palms  in  view,  we  now  journey  on 
AnA  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
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That  when  we  reach  that  heavenly  land, 
We'll  all  sing  glory,  glory. 

2  There  party  names  shall  cease  to  be, 

Divisions  there  shall  end  ; 
There  all  the  ransom'd  host  shall  shout 
This  kingdom  none  can  rend. 

3  O,  blessed  land  !  O,  happy  home ! 

Where  christians  all  shall  meet, 
And  round  the  throne  of  God  shall  stan 
Harmon'ous  and  complete. 

4  If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

Tell  o'er  the  pleasing  story, 
That  Christ's  redeeming  love  demands 
An  endless  song  of  glory. 

HYMN  440.  C.  M. 

1  ]%/■" Y  God !  my  Father  1  cheering  name  ! 
jLTJL  0 1  may  I  call  thee  mine, 

Give  me  with  humble  hope  to  claim 
A  portion  so  divine. 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bids  my  sorrows  fly; 
What  real  harm  can  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  1 

3  What'er  thy  providence  denies 

I  calmly  would  resign  ; 
For  thou  art  just,  and  good,  and  wise: 
O  bend  my  will  to  thine ! 

4  What'er  thy  sov'reign  will  ordains, 

O  give  me  strength  to  bear  ; 
Still  let  me  know  a  Father  reigns, 
Still  trust  a  Father's  care. 

5  Thy  ways,  great  God !  are  little  known 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  shall  my  soul,  believing,  own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 
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441-42  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMJV  441.  P-  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6. 

"The  spirit  of  just  men  made  perfect.'' 


1TH 


EJERE  is  a  dwelling-house  above,; 
Thither  to  meet  the  God  of  love 


The  pure  in  spirit  go: 
There  is  a  kingdom  in  the  sky, 
Where  they  shall  reign  with  God  on  high. 

Who  serve  him  here  below. 

2  The  pure  in  heart,  the  holy  ones, 

For  whom  the  Saviour's  blood  atones  ; 

Who're  by  his  Spirit  seal'd— 
His  call  they  willingly  obey ; 
And  march  along  the  Good  old  way, 

With  breast-plate,  sword  and  shield.  %. 

3  Lord,  be  it  mine  like  these  to  choose, 
The  better  part ;  like  these  to  use, 

The  means  thy  love  has  given  ; 
Be  hol;ness  my  aim  on  earth, 
That  death  be  welcom'd  as  a  birth, 

To  life  and  bliss  in  heav'n  1 

4  There  wearing  crowns,  and  holding  palms. 
In  "hymns  devout  and  holy  psalms" 

Those  spirits  just  unite  ; 
Cleans'd  by  the  Lamb,  no  spots  remain, 
No  speck  of  earthly  mould  to  stain 

Their  robes  of  dazzling  white. 

5  No  sounds  of  wo  their  joy  molest, 
No  sense  of  pain  disturbs  their  rest : 

No  grief  is  felt  within  : 
But  God  has  wiped  away  the  tear 
From  ev'ry  face,  and  keeps  them  clear 

From  sorrow  as  from  sin. 

HYMN  442.  P-  M.  7,7,7,6,7,7,7,6. 

Tie  Christian  Soldier. 
I  Q<OLDIERS  of  the  cross  arise  ! 
»^  Lo !  your  Leader  from  the  skies 
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HYMNS.  443 

Waves  before  you,  glory's  prize, 

The  prize  of  victory. 
Seize  your  armor,  gird  it  on  ; 
Fight  until  the  battle's  won  ; 
Soon  the  conflict  will  be  done ; 

Then  struggle  manfully. 

2  Jesus  conquer'd  when  he  fell, 

Met  and  vanquish'd  earth  and  hell  1 — 
Now  he  leads  you  on  to  swell 

The  triumphs  of  his  cross  ! 
Though  your  enemies  appear, 
Who  will  doubt  or  who  can  fear? 
God,  our  strength  and  shield  is  near ; 

We  cannot  lose  our  cause. 

3  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God  1 
Jesus  points  the  victor's  rod ; 
Follow  where  your  leader  trod ; 

You  soon  shall  see  his  face. 
Soon,  your  enemies  all  slain, 
Crowns  of  glory  you  shall  gain  ; 
Soon  you'll  join  that  glorious  train, 

Who  shout  their  Saviour's  praise. 

HYMjV  443.  P-  M.  8,r,8,8,7. 

1  rglHE  faithless  world  promisc'ous  flows 

Jft.    Enwrap'd  in  fancy's  vision  ; 
Allur'd  by  charms,  beguil'd  by  shows 
And  empty  dreams  ;  nor  scarcely  knows 
There  is  a  brighter  Heaven. 

2  Fine  gold  will  change  and  diamonds  fade, 

Swift  wings  to  wealth  are  given  ; 
All  varying  time  our  forms  invade, 
The  seasons  roll— light  shines  in  shade — 

There's  nothing  sure  but  Heaven. 

3  This  earth  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore, 

And  like  a  baseless  vision  ; 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore. 
Its  gems  and  crowns  are  vain  and  poor; 

There's  nothing  rich  but  Heaven. 
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4  Empires  decay  and  nations  die, 

Our  hopes  to  winds  are  given  ; 
The  vernal  bloom  in  ruin  lies, 
Death  reigns  o'er  earth,  and  seas,  and  skiei 

There's  nothing  stays  but  Heaven. 

5  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace  ; 

Nothing's  so  good  as  Heaven. 

6  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all. 

Will  be  to  atoms  riven  ; 
The  sky  consum'd,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  wreek  this  earthly  ball; 

There's  nothing  firm  but  Heaven. 

7  A  stranger  lonely  here  I  roam, 

From  place  to  place  I'm  driven  ; 
My  friends  are  gone,  and  I'm  in  gloom 
This  earth  is  all  a  dreary  tomb, 

I  have  no  home  but  Heaven. 

8  The  clouds  disperse,  and  light  appears, 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven  .' 
Triumphant  grace  has  quell'd  my  fears, 
Roll  on  ye  suns,  fly  swifter  years, 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Heaven. 

9  There  all  is  peace,  there  all  is  joy, 

Sweeter  than  summer's  even; 
Glad  songs  shall  all  my  pow'rs  employ, 
And  rapture  feel  no  dull  alloy : 

All— all  is  safe  in  Heaven. 


HYMN  444.  L-  M. 

Conscience. 

1  ^UK7'HAT  's  tn's  something  in  the  mind, 

WW     Which  shudders  at  the  thought  of  ill 
As  though  it  wisely  were  design'd 
To  act  upon  the  human  will?— 

2  U  warns— admonishes— and  chides; — 

If  from  its  counsels  I  depart 
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.'QuieH.-on  my  conduct  it  decides, 

And  writes  its  sentence  on  my  heart 

3  If  as  I  know,  I  choose  the  right, 

Then  its    approving    voice  I  hear; 
With  fearful  terror  it  can  smite, 
Or  can  aaclude  all  guilty  fear. 

4  Tis  all  in  vain  for  me  to  try 

To  shun  its  censure,  or  applause  ; 
All  human  arc  it  doth  defy, 
And  deems  as  folly  human  laws. 

5  What'er  I  may  this  something  name, 

'  Conscience,"  "Spirit,"  or  "Light  within  ;' 
The  faithful  monitor  the  same, 
Bids  me  abhor,  and  fly  from  sin. 

6  Then  be  it  mine  with  one  to  say, 

For  modes  and  names— let  bigots  fight 
But  let  me  choose  the  better  way, 
And  show  the  world  my  life  is  right. 

HYMN  445.  P.M. 

Resurrection  Anthem. 
I  4~fcUR  Jesus  for  to  save  us  ;— O  Hallelujah  1 
I    ^Lv  Was  born,  and  died  and  buried;— O  Hallelujah 
And  rose  the  third  day  morning. 

O  !  Hallelu,  Hattety,  Hallelujah  1 
•2  'Twas  early  first  day  morning  ; 
That  Mary  came  a  mourning; 
Just  as,the  day  was  dawning. 

3  She  came  to  the  Sepuleher  ; 
The  Angel  made  her  wonder ; 
WTho  told  her  Christ  was  risen. 

4  The  Angel  said  to  Mary ; 
Behold,  the  Lord  is  risen  ; 

Come  see  now  where  they've  laid  hirn. 
J>  Yet  Mary  stood  a  weeping  ;  ^_ 

And  said  to  John  and  Peter  ; 
I  winder  where  they've  laid  him. 
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6  Then  Jesus  spoke  to  Mary ; 
She  answered  Rabboni ; 

He  said,  O  •  do  not  touch  me. 

7  For  I've  not  yet  ascended ; 
But  go  and  tell  the  brethren  ; 

•  I  ascend  to  the  Father.  * 

8  Go  now  and  tell  my  foil* were; 
Indeed  the  Lord  has  risen  ; 

In  Galilee  they'll  see  him. 

9  The  Lord  has  surely  risen  ; 
And  has  appear'd  to  Simon ; 
And  also  to  th'  eleven. 

10  Christ  show'd  to  his  disciples ;    i 
His  hands  where  they  nailed  him  ;^* 
And  his  side  where  they  piere'd  him. 

11  Then  Jesus  came  to  Thomas  ; 
Who  still  was  unbelieving  ; 

He  cri'd  'My  Lord  and  my  God  !' 

12  Jesus  said  to  his  disciples ; 
Now,  go  and  preach  my  Gospel ; 
To  each  and  ev'ry  creature. 

13  He  that  in  me  believeth,* 
And  also  is  baptized  ; 
Shall  verily  be  saved. 

14  Then  go  and  preach  my  Gospel ; 
To  each  and  ev'ry  nation  ; 

And  lo  !  I'm  always  with  y#u, 

HYMN  446.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,4,7, 

On  Baptism. 

1  rHlO  the  flowing  stream  of  Jordan. 

JL  Lo!  the  King  of  gion  came. 
There  the  ancient  Baptist  waited, 
To  immerse  the  spotless  Lamb-: 

They  descended 
To  the  Saviour's  watery  tomb. 

2  Thus  baptiz'd,  the  great  Redeemer 
Show'd  the  way  his  sajnts  should  jyead, 

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And  when  rising  from  the  water, 
God  approv'd  and  blest  the  deed, 

And  the  Spirit 
Rested  on  his  sacred  head  ! 

3  Come,  then,  ye  who  love  the  Saviour, 

Fear  not  now  to  own  vour  Lord,  . 

Joyful  though  the  world  snould  scorn  you, 
Follow  Christ,  obey  his  word. 

He'll  defend  you, 
Fear  ye  not  to  follow  him ! 

4  Hear  the  Saviour  saying  to  you, 
From  his  glorious  throne  above, 
Ye  who  trust  for  me  in  pardon, 
By  obedience  snow  your  love  : 

Be  baptized. 
My  example  shows  the  way. 

5  Lord,  our  hearts  incline  to  follow 
In  the  way  which  Thou  didst  tread, 
We  will  turn  from  ev'ry  other, 
While  thy  sacred  word  we  read  : 

O!  Redeemer, 
Gladly  now  we'll  follow  thee  ! 


'T 


HYMN  447.  C.  M. 

The  Bible. 
HE  Bible  is  a  blessed  book, 
n  love  and  mercy  given  ; 


A  kind  conducting  angel  sent 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaveB. 
9.  O  Lord,  be  thou  my  better  part, 
And  let  my  Bible  be 
A  guardian  angel  to  my  heart, 
To  lead  my  soul  to  thee. 
3  Where'er  I  go,  in  joy  or  woe, 
Thy  grace,  Lord,  let  me  prove. 
That  I  may  still  obey  thy  will, 
And  thy  commandments  love. 
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448  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  448.  P.  M. 

The  midnight  cry.    Matt.  xxv.  6. 
£.  ",tyrE  vrrgin  souls,  arise, 

JL    With  all  the  dead  awake, 
Unto  salvation  wise, 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take; 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry,  , 

Behold  your  heav'nly  bridegroom  nigh. 

2  He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are ; 
Make  ready  for  your  free  reward, 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

3  Go  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

Your  everlasting  friend ; 
Your  head  to  glorify, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend; 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 
Ye  that  have  .here  receiv'd 

The  unction  from  above, 
And  in  his  spirit  liv'd, 

And  thirsted  for  his  love  ; 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  his  bride  ; 
Rejoice  with  all  the  sanctify'd. 
5  Rejoice,  in  glorious. hope, 

Of  that  great  day  unknown, 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up 

To  stand  before  his  throne ; 
Call'd  to  partake  the  marriage-feast, 
And  lean  on  our  lmmanuel's -breast. 
The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saint  receive, 
Above  those  angel-pow'rs 

Tn  glorious  joy  to  live  ; 
Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  sin, 
With  God  eternally  shut  in. 
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HYMNS.  449-50 

7  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound  ; 
To  see  our  Lord  appear, 

May  we  be  watching  found  ; 
With  that  bless'd  wedding-robe  endu'd,— 
The  blood  and  right'ousness  of  God. 


HYM1V  449.  C.  M. 

1  4~kH,  that  I  had  a  bosom  friend, 
%Jf  To  tell  my  secrets  to  ; 

On  whose  advice  I  might  depend, 
In  ev'ry  thing  I  do. 

2  How  do  I  wander  up  and  down. 
And  no  one  pities  me  : 
am  a  stranger  quite  unknown, 
A  son  of  misery. 

3  Oh !  faithless  soul  to  reason  thus, 

And  murmur  without  end; 
Did  Christ  expire  upon  the  cross? 
And  is  he  not  my  friend  ? 
i  Thy  Saviour  is  thy  real  friend, 
Constant,  and  true,  and  good : 
He  will  be  with  thee  to  the  end, 
And  bring  thee  safe  to  God. 
S  What  then  my  soul  hast  thou  to  fear? 
Or  why  should'st  thou  repine? 
Look  up,  behold  redemption's  near; 
Rejoice,  for  heav'n  is  thine. 
}  Why.  O !  my  soul,  art  thou  so  sad  ? 
When  will  thy  sighs  be  o'er? 
Rejoice  in  Jesus,  and  be  glad. 
Rejoice  for  evermore. 


HYMN  450.  P  M. 

I  flk  THOU  in  whose  presence 
%f  My  soul  takes  delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call : 
My  comfort  by  day, 
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450  MISCELLANEOUS 

And  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide 
Resort  wi  A  thy  sheep, 

To  feed  on  thfe1  pastures  of  love? 

For  why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep,      \ 
Or  lone  in- "  he  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  O !  why  Mould  I  wander 
An  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice, 

When  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 
Declare  have  you  seen, 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 

Say  if  in  your  tents 

My  beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 

5  This  is  my  beloved, 
His  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odours  around ; 

The  locks  on  his  head 

Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  pleasure  is  crown'd 

6  His  lips  as  a  fountain 
Of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace : 

From  which  their  salvation 

The  Gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 
?      Such  is  my  beloved 

In  excellence  bright, 
When  pleas'd  he  looks  down  from  above 

Like  the  morn  when  he  breathes 

From  the  chambers  of  life, 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 
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HYMNS.  451-52 

HYMN  451»  S.  M.-Watts 

*■"    ET  sinners  take  their  course, 
JLi  And  choose  the  road  to  death 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God, 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

Til  spend,  $c. 
S  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

And  pay,  ftc. 
3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God! 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

Beneath,  $c. 

Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  great  danger  feel. 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

JVbr  learn,  $c. 


HYMN  452.  P  M. 

1  ^iOME,  thou  almighty  King, 
%^J  Help  us  thy  name  to  sing 

Help  us  to  praise ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ; 
Let  thine  Almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made  ; 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd 

Lord,  hear  our  call. 
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453  MISCELLANEOUS 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend ; 
Come  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success : 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend ! 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  ; 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart. 

Spirit  of  power ! 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three 
Eternal  praises  be 

Hence— evermore ! 
His  sovereign  Majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


HYM1V453.    S.  M. 

1  *  H !  whither  shall  I  go, 

■**•  Burden'd,  and  sick,  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  shall  I  my  troubles  show, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 

2  My  Saviour  bids  me  come ; 

Ah,  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back  . 

From  which  I  cannot  part ; 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take. 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

4  Some  cursed  thing  unknown, 

Must  surely  lurk  within  ; 
Some  idol  which  I'll  not  disown, 
Some  secret  bosom  sin. 

5  My  God,  now  search  me  through, 

My  inmost  heart  now  try  ; 
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hymns.  454-55 


O  !  break  my  will,  thy  will  to  do, 
And  save  me,  lest  I  die. 


HYMN  454.    S.  M.-J.  W. 

1  rf^kUR  meeting  here's  but  small, 
\£  Yet  let's  hot  faint  nor  fear ; 
Because  there  are  so  few  to-day. 

Who've  met  together  here. 

2  For  if  we  meet  in  love ; 

Although  we  are  hut  few; 
We  have  the  promise  Jesus  made* 
Which  is  both  sure  and  true. 

3  Where  two  or  three  are  met, 

In  my  eternal  name, 
There  shall  my  saints  most  sweetly  sit,— 
Whilst  in  their  midst  I  am. 

4  Then  let  us  never  faint, 

Nor  breathe  a  murm'ring  word  ; 
'  But  sit  and  sing— and  kneel  and  pray, 
And  serve  our  living  Lord. 


HYMN  455.    C.  M. 

Will  ye  also  go  away  ?  John  6,  67. 
HEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 


*W 


Alas!  what  numbers  do! 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too?" 
8  Ah !  Lord,  with  such  a  heart  as  mine. 
Unless  thou  hold  me  fast ; 
I  feel  I  should,  or  might  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last.  , 

3  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirr'd. 

If  I  will  also  go? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer,  no  I 

4  To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 

If  I  should  turn  from  thee  1 
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456  MISCELLANEOUS 

Thou,  hast  the  words  of  life,  I  know, 
And  no  one  else,  I  see. 
$>  Then  give  me  grace  to  persevere, 
And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  rest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 


HYMN  456.  P-  M.  11,  n,  11,  ll 

The  Bower  of  prayer.  (port, 

injlO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  my  neighbours  to 

JHL  And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  my  heart* 

Like  the  thoughts  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day 

Prom  that  blessed  retreat,  where  I've  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Sweet  bow'r  where  the  pine  &  the  poplar  has  spread* 
And  rear'd  with  its  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head. 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  ever-green  there, 

And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in  pray'r. 

3  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  lov'd  Nightengale, 
That  dwelt  in  my  bower  I've  mark'd  as  my  bell, 
To  call  me  to  duty  while  birds  of  the  air. 

Sang  anthems  of  praises,  as  I  went  to  pray'r. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  Zephyrs  perfum'd  by  the  pine  \ 
The  ivy.  the  balsam,  the  wild  eglantine! 

But  sweeter,  O  sweeter!  Superlative  fair, 
The  joys  there  I've  tasted  in  answer  to  pray'r. 

5  There  Jesus  my  Saviour  t  oft  sought  to  meet, 
And  get  more  religion  in  that  bless'd  retreat. 
And  there  oft  he  heard  me  and  blessed  me  there. 
Inditing  with  heaven's  own  language  my  pray'?. 

6  Dear  bower  I'll  leave  you  and  bid  you  adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new. 
Well  knowing  my  Saviour  resides  ev'ry  where. 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  pray'r. 


HYMN  457. 

The  Dying  Christian. 

1  yfkWT HAT'S  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon 

▼  T     Is  it  death,  is  it  death?  fmy  frame! 

Which  soon  will  quench,  will   quench  this  vital 

Is  it  death,  is  it  death  ?  [frame  J 

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HYMNS.  457 

If  this  is  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  ev'ry  pain  and  sorrow  free— 
I  shall  the  king  of  glory  see  ■ 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

2  Weep  not  my  friends,  my  friends  weep  not  for  me  { 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
My  sins  are  pardbn'd,  pardon'd  I  am  free ; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise. 

To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes: 

1  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies: 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps  ve  saints  in 

All  is  well,  all  is  well.  *        [gloryj 

I  will  reherse,  reherse  the  pleasing  story, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come  ; 
They're  round  my  bed,  and  in  my  room ; 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home : 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

4  Hark,  hark,  my  Lord,  my  Lord  and  master  calif 

All  is  well,  all  is  well.  [m©, 

I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory; 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
Farewell  my  friends — adieu,  adieu, 
1  can  no  longer  stay  with  you  , 
My  glitt'ring  crown  appears  in  view: 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 


HYMX  457.  M.  7s.-J.  W. 

On  Baptism. 

1  TTJEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 

JL     Walk  the  way  that  Jesus  trod,— 
Down  into  the  water  go  ; 
Be  baptis'd,  your  faith  to  show. 

2  Faith  without  good  works  is  dead, 

As  the  Lord  himself  hath  said  ^ 
Therefore,  rise,  and  be  baptiz'd; 
Prove  your  faith,  and  put  on  Christ. 
[3  Thus  Believers  did  of  old, 
|        As  you  have  been  often  told  ; 
305  U 


458  M1SCKLLANI0US 

And  as  you  may  plainly  read, 
In  the  word— the  Christian's  creed. 

4  Then  come  christians  don't  delay,— 

Follow  Christ,  his  word  obey ; 
Don't  be  rul'd  by  man's  decree, 
When  you  thus,  your  duty  see. 

5  O!  how  good  it  is  to  tread, 

In  the  way  the  Saviour  led; 
When  he  was  baptiz'd  by  John, 
In  the  stream,  of  old  Jordan. 


HYMN  458.  C.  M. 

1  "WTE  weary,  heary  laden  souls, 

SL     Who  are  oppressed  sore, 
Ye  trav'lers  through  this  wilderness, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  ; 
Tho'  chilling  winds  and  beating  rains, 

The  waters  deep  and  cold. 
And  enemies  surrounding  you — 

Take  courage  and  be  bold. 

2  Though  storms  and  hurricanes  arise, 

The  desert  all  around, 
And  fiery  serpents  oft  appear, 

Through  the  enchanted  ground  ; 
Dark  nights,  and  clouds,  and  gloomy  fears, 

And  dragons  often  roar, 
—  But  while  the  Gospel  trump  we  hear, 

We'll  press  for  Canaan's  shore. 

3  We're  often  like  the  lonesome  dove, 

Who  mourns  her  absent  mate, 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  vale  to  vale, 

Her  sorrows  to  relate. 
But  Canaan's  land  is  just  before, 

Sweet  spring  is  corrmig  on  ; 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains, 

And  winter  will  be  gone. 

4  Sometimes,  like  mountains  to  the  sky, 

Black  Jordan's  billows  roar ; 
Which  often  make  the  pilgrims  fear 
They  never  will  get  o'er. 
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HYMNS.  459 


But  when  we  gain  mount  Pisgah'3  top, 

And  view  the  vernal  plain  ; 
To  fright  our  souls,  may  Jordan  roar, 

And  hell  may  rage  in  vain. 
3  By  faith  I  now  already  see 

The  borders  of  that  land ! 
The  trees  of  life,  with  heavenly  fruit, 

In  beauteous  order  stand. 
The  wint'ry  time  will  soon  be  gone, 

Sweet  flowers  will  appear; 
The  fiftieth  year  is  rolling  around, 

The  great  Sabatic  year. 
6  O  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  my  believing  eyes  ! 
Methinks  I  see  Jerusalem, 

A  city  in -the  skies  ! 

0  that  my  faith  were  strong,  to  rise 
And  bear  my  soul  away  ; 

Id  shout  salvation  to  the  Lamb, 

In  one  eternal  day. 
8  Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Who  are  to  Canaan  bound  ; 
And  should  we  never  meet  again 

Till  Jubal's  trump  shall  sound, 

1  hope  that  I  shall  meet  you  there, 
On  that  delightful  shore, 

In  oceans  of  eternal  bliss, 
Where  parting  is  no  more. 


1  QiIN> 

^5  On 


HYMN  459.  SM. 

VNER!  awake,  to  think 
what  may  be  thy  doom  ; 
Awake  and  tremble,  ere  thou  sink 
Below  the  silent  tomb. 

2  Sure  there  is  nought  on  earth, 

Has  half  the  Saviour's  charms: 
And  wilt  thou  then,  with  scornful  mirth 
Repel  him  from  thy  arms  ? 

3  See  how  he  interpos'd 

Between  the  curse  and  thee  : 
30T 


460  MISCELLANEOUS 

What  wondrous  words  of  grace  compos'd, 
To  set  thy  spirit  free. 

4  How  bitter  was  his  pain, 

What  heart  can  e'er  conceive  ? 
And  wilt  thou  see  him  die  in  vain  ? 
And  not  his  mercy  crave  ? 

5  How  stupid  and  deprav'd 

Must  be  that  wretched  soul, 
That  still  refuses  to  be  sav'd, 
And  yield  to  His  control. ; 
G  Where  can  ye  hope  to  dwell, 

When  from  this  world  ye  go  ? 
Who  choose  the  road  that  leads  to  hell 
And  everlasting  wo. 

, ; *— 

HYMN  460.  P;  M.  7,7,7,5. 

1  CHRISTIANS,  Christ  for  you  hath  bled, 
1_>  He  the  way  for  you  hath  led, 
Welcome  to  the  Christian  war, 

Crowns  and  victory. 

2  Now's  the  day  and  now's  the  hour, 
See  the  front  of  battle  low'r  ; 

See  approach  Apollyon's  pow'r— 

Chains  and  slavery. 

3  Who  will  be  a  traitor,  knave? 
Who  will  fill  a  Juda's  grave? 
Or  to  Satan  be  a  slave  ? 

Let  him  turn  and  flee 

4  Who  for  Zion's  King  and  Lord, 
Freedom's  two-edged  sword  will  guard? 
Fighting  for  the  great  reward, 

Let  him  follow  on. 

5  Bigots  war  and  give  us  pain, 
Sects  will  treat  us  with  disdain, 
Seek  our  sentiments  to  stain, 

Yet  we  will  be  free. 

6  Lay  the  proud  and  haughty  low, 
Satan,  sin  and  ev'ry  foe, 

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HYMNS.  461 

Let  us  full  salvation  know, 

Through  Immanuel. 

7  Then  we'll  joyful  sing  in  death, 
Shouting  with  our  latest  breath, 
Gladly  bid  adieu  to  earth 

With  triumphant  faith. 

8  Then  we'll  reach  th'  immortal  shore, 
Where  the  battle's  rage  no  more, 
To  Eternity  we'll  soar, 

Endless  crowns  to  wear 


HYMN  461.  P.  M.  7  s  &  6  s. 

1  T^fTAN  in  his  first  creation, 
ItJL  In  Eden  God  did  place, 
The  public  head  and  father 

Of  all  the  human  race ; 
'Twas  by  the  subtle  serpent, 

He  was  beguil'd  and  fell 
And  by  his  disobedience, 

Was  doom'd  to  death  and  hell. 

2  Death  was  pronounc'd  against  him, 

Death  was  the  penalty, 
The  law  of  God  was  broken, 

And  must  fulfilled  be: 
But  man  the  helpless  creature, 

Unable  to  perform 
The  smallest  jot  or  tittle 

To  build  his  hopes  upon. 

3  Whilst  in  this  situation, 

Behold  the  promise  made  ; 
The  offspring  of  the  woman 

Shall  bruise  the  serpent's  head, 
In  saining  of  this  victory, 

Man  only  was  to  feel, 
The  malice  of  the  serpent, 

In  bruising  of  his  heel. 

4  The  scripture  it  was  given, 

In  spirit  and  in  truth, 
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461  MISCELLANEOUS 

In  darksome  types  and  shadows, 
The  Saviour  was  set  forth  ; 

No  sacrifice  and  offerings 
Upon  the  altar  slain, 

No  blood  of  goats  and  heifers 
Could  take  away  the  stain. 

5  Lo!  at  the  time  appointed, 

Jesus  unveil'd  his  face  ; 
Assum'd  our  human  nature 

And  suffer'd  in  our  place  : 
He  suffer'd  on  Mount  Calv'ry, 

Yes,  there  he  ransom'd  us 
From  sin  and  Satan's  power. 

And  all  the  penal  curse. 

6  They  plac'd  him  in  a  sepulcher. 

It  being  near  at  hand  ; 
The  grave  it  could  not  hold  him, 

Nor  death's  cold  iron  band : 
He  burst  the  bars  asunder, 

He  pull'd  their  kingdom  down  ; 
He  overcome  our  enemies, 

And  wears  a  starry  crown : 

7  Now  at  his  resurrection, 

To  many  he  appear'd  ; 
And  said  to  his  disciples, 

Go  tell  what  you  have  heard — 
Go  tell  them  I  have  risen, 

And  death  can  do  no  more, 
I'm  going  to  my  father, 

To  dwell  forever  more. 

8  He  camri  to  his  disciples 

And  found  them  all  alone, 
And  gave  them  their  commission, 

To  make  his  Gospel  known  ; 
Go  preach  it  to  all  nations, 

Baptize  them  in  my  name, 
Beginning  at  Jerusalem, 

'Twas  there  I  suffer'd  shame. 

9  Go  preach  it  to  all  nations, 

That  they  may  hear  and  know ; 
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HYMNS.  462 


Go  preach  a  free  salvation, 
That  men  to  heav'n  may  go 

In  ev'ry  sore  temptation, 
Kind  succor  T  will  send, 

And  lo  !  I  will  be  with  you. 
Until  the  world  shall  end. 


HYMjV  462.  L  M. 

1  "TKTOUNG  people  all,  attention  give, 

JL    While  I  address  you  in  God's  name  ; 
You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 
Come,  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 

2  Youth  like  the  spring  will  soon  be  gone, 

By  fleeting  time  or  conq'ring  death  ; 
Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark. 

3  Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks, 

Must  wither  like  the  blasted  rose; 
1      The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding  sheet, 
Will  soon  your  activ^e  limbs  enclose. 

4  Ye  heedless  ones  that  wildly  stroll, 

The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bed, 
Where  silence  reigns  and  vapors  roll 
In  solemn  darkness  round  your  head. 

5  Your  souls  will  land  in  darker  realms, 

Where  vengeance  reigns  and  billows  roar. 
There  damn'd  you'll  lie  in  burning  flames. 
When  thousand,  tnousand  years  are  o'er. 

6  Sunk  in  the  shades  of  endless  night, 

To  groan  and  howl  in  ceaspless  pain. 
And  never  more  behold  the  light, 
And  never,  never  rise  again. 

7  Ye  blooming  youth,  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse  ; 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 
The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 
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463-64  MISCELLANEOUS 

8  Come  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 
No  longer  fight  against  your  God  ; 
But  with  the  Gospel  now  comply, 
And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


HYMN  463.  C.  M. 

Uncertainty  of  life. 

1  -gT^ENEATH  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head, 
]$L&  Is  equal  warning  giv'n  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 

Above  us  in  the  heav'n  ! 

2  Death  rides  on  ev'ry  passing  breeze. 

He  lurks  in  ev'ry  flow'r; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril,  ev'ry  hour  ! 

3  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know, 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

4  Turn,  sinner,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply. 

To  truths  divinely  giv'n  ; 
The  dead  that  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  in  hell  or  heav'n ! 

HYMN  464.  P.  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6 

The  Penitents  dedication  to  God. 
1  TftXOW  farewell  world  and  sinful  toys, 
JL^K    I'll  barter  all  my  earthly  joys, 
For  joys  that  come  from  heav'n  ; 
This  my  resolve  I'll  publish  here  ; 
By  kneeling  down  in  godly  fear, 

To  send  my  eries  to  heav'n. 
Now  holy  God  display  thy  pow'r, 
Convert  my  soul  this  solemn  hour, 

And  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
Then  I  will  tell  to  all  around, 
The  great  salvation  I  have  founds 
By  yielding  all  to  thee. 
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HVMNS.  465 

HYMtf  465.  M.  double  8  s. 

1  "^TE  angels  whom  mortals  attend, 

JL    And  minister  comfort  in  wo; 
Come  listen  ye  heavenly  friends, 
My  happier  story  to  know — 
I'll  sing  of  a  theme  most  sublime, 
No  sorrow  my  song  can  control; 
I'll  sing  of  the  capturous  time, 
When  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

2  When  guilt  my  poor  heart  did  assail. 
Because  T  had  wander'd  from  God, 

I  strove  my  sad  case  to  bewail, 
My  sin  was  a  cumbersome  load  ; 
O.'  Saviour  have  mercy,  I  cried. 
And  pardon  a  wretch  that's  so  vile, 
And  quickly  His  blood  was  applied, 
And  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

3  My  guilt  like  a  cloud  in  the  morn. 
Was  chas'd  in  a  moment  away ; 
The  joy  of  my  soul  newly  born, 
Increas'd  like  the  rising  of  day. 
My  Saviour  redeem'd  me  from  sin, 
He  saves  not  in  part  but  in  whole  ; 
He  wrote  His  salvation  within, 
And  sweetly  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

4  I  now  am  so  bless'd  with  His  love, 
I  covet  not  earth's  greatest  store : 
He  visits  me  oft  from  above, 

I  have  Him— I  want  nothing  more. 
Resign'd  to  His  pleasure,  I  live, 
Till  life's  latest  circle  shall  roll ; 
His  utmost  salvation  receive. 
For  O !  He  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

5  Nor  Satan  nor  sin  can  dismay, 
No  danger  my  soul  can  affrignt, 
While  onward  to  mansions  of  day, 
I'll  go  in  Immauuel's  might, 

Though  earth  in  convulsions  should  rend, 
From  th'  centre  quite  through  to  each  pole ; 
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I'll  sing  for  I'm  sure  of  a  friend, 

Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
8  Ye  angels  who  hear  while  I  sing, 

O!  Lend  me  your  wings  and  I'm  gone, 

I'll  haste  to  my  Saviour  and  King, 

To  join  with  the  heavenly  throng  : 

'Tis  there  I'll  eternally  feast, 

On  joys  that  enraptured  the  whole, 

All  Heaven  would  welcome  the  guest, 

Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
7  Farewell,  to  earth's  glittering  toys, 

Farewell  to  my  friends  and  my  foes, 

I'll  haste  from  these  scenes  to  the  skies, 

Where  pleasure  eternally  flows  : 

Ha  bids  me- leave  all  for  His  sake, 

I'll  run  till  I  reach  the  bless'd  goal ; 

Then  me  to  His  arms  He  will  take, 

O  !  there  He'll  speak  peace  to  my  soul. 

HYMN"  466.  P.  M.  10,8,10,8,10,8 

"  TC©  ELIGION  is  a  glorious  treasure, 
JSMj  The  purchase  of  the  Saviour's  blood ; 
It  fills  the  mind  with  consolation, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  to  things  above  ; 
It  calms  our  fears  and  soothes  our  sorrows, 

And  smoothes  our  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea, 
'Tis  mix'd  with  goodness— and  love  and  patience 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

2  This  earthly  house  must  be  dissolved, 

And  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 
All  earthly  cares  and  earthly  sorrows  ; 

Will  pain  mine  eyes  and  heart  no  more; 
But  grace  and  glory  shall  be  my  story, 

And  my  glad  heart  shall  strengthen'd  be  : 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heav'nly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

3  How  vain,  how  fleeting,  how  transitory, 

This  world  with  all  its  pomp  and  show ; 
Its  vain  delights  and  delusive  pleasures, 
gladly  leave  them  all  below  : 


Lril  gladlj 
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For  pure  religion  remains  for  ever, 

And  my  glad  heart  shall  strengthen'd  be, 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heav'nly  portion  mine  shall  be. 
While  journey'ng  here  through  tribulation. 

In  christian  love  we'll  march  along; 
And  while  contentions  divide  th'  ambitious, 

In  Jesus  Christ  we'll  all  be  one  ; 
For  pure  religion  unites  together, 

In  christian  love,  I  plainly  see  ; 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heav'nly  portion  mine  shall  be. 


HYMIT467.L.M. 

1  ^iOME  tempted  soul,  to  Christ  draw  near- 
ly Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear: 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 

That  "As  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 
"How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day  ?" 
He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 

That  "as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  ; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 

That  '  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Altho'  you're  weak  and  foes  are  strong, 
And  tho'  thy  conflict  should  be  long, 
Yet,  God  will  make  the  tempter  flee, 
For  "as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

5  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross 
Of  sore  affliction,  pain  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress  or  poverty, 

Still  "as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be. 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view. 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue, 
Thy  soul  ill  death  he  will  set  free, 
And  "as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be," 

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468-69  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  468.  L.  M. 

Buy  the  truth,  and  sell  it  not.    Prov.  xxiii.  23. 
|FIE  worth  of  truth  no  tongue  can  tell, 


iT 


Twill  do  to  buy  but  not  to  sell : 
A  large  estate  that  soul  has  got, 
Who  buys  the  truth  and  sells  it  not. 

2  Truth,  like  a  diamond,  shines  most  fair, 
More  rich  than  pearls  and  rubies  are, 
More  worth  than  gold  and  silver  coin  : 
O,  may  it  ever  in  us  shine. 

3  'Tis  truth  that  binds,  and  truth  makes  free. 
And  sets  the  soul  at  liberty, 
From  sin  and  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  then  within  the  heart  doth  reign. 

4  They  have  a  freedom  then  indeed, 
That  doth  all  freedom  else  exceed ; 
Freedom  from  guilt,  freedom  from  woe, 
And  never  more  shall  bondage  know. 

5  O,  happy  they  who  in  their  youth 
Are  brought  to  know  and  love  the  truth; 
For  none  but  those  whom  truth  makes  free, 
Can  ever  enjoy  their  liberty. 

6  Truth,  like  a  girdle  let  us  wear, 
And  always  keep  it  clean  and  fair ; 
And  never  let  it  once  be  told, 
That  truth  by  us  was  ever  sold  ! 

HYMN  469.  P.M.  12,8,12,8,11,11,11/, 

The  pure  Testimony. 

1  fWlHEpure  testimony  put  forth  in  the  Spirit 

JL    Cuts  like  a  sharp  two-edged  sword, 
And  hypocrites  then  get.  most  sorely  tormented, 

Because  they're  condemn'd  by  the  word, 
The  pure  testimony  discovers  the  dross, 
While  wicked  professors  make  light  of  the  cross, 
And  Babylon  trembles  for  fear  of  her  loss. 

2  Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  church  tq  be  gather'd 
Into  the  one  spirit  of  God  ? 

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HYMNS.  469 

flaptiz'd  by  one  Spirit,  into  the  one  body, 
Partaking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood  ; 
They  drink  in  one  Spirit,  which  makes  them  all  see, 
They're  one  in  Christ  Jesus,  wherever  they  be, 
The  Jew  and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and  the  free. 
13  The  pure  testimony  is  not  to  establish 

The  selfish  inventions  of  men  ; 
The  system  of  parties  it  never  advances, 

Nor  seeks  worldly  honor  or  gain  ; 
It  lives  in  the  temple  of  each  holy  soul : 
And  then  into  words  in  a  torrent  doth  roll, 
In  love  to  the  hearers  including  the  whole. 

4  No  system  cf  doctrine  is  by  it  established, 
Excepting  the  doctrine  of  love  ; 

To  lc^e  God  supremely  and  love  to  one's  neighbor, 

The  pure  testimony  approves  ; 
It  holds  nothing  else,  but  Christ  Jesus  for  all, 
The  only  foundation  which  never  can  fall, 
The  precious  Redeemer  in  every  soul. 

5  The  pure  testimony  has  uniting  power. 
To  gather  the  churches  alone  ; 

Without  any  movements  of  wordly  upbuilding 

The  saints  are  united  in  one : 
It  gives  all  directions  what  course  to  pursue, 
And  teaches  each  member  what  part  he  must  do. 
And  love  knows  no  party,  but  those  who  love  too. 
8  The  pure  testimony  has  no  selfish  motives. 

It  stands  independent  of  men  ; 
It  seeks  to  exalt  nothing  else  but  the  Saviour, 

And  bends  all  its  forces  against  sin  ; 
It  holds  nothing  else  but  a  Redeemer  for  men, 
But  Jesus  within  them,  to  save  them  from  sin  ; 
Commending  a  present  salvation  in  him. 
7  Now  this  is  the  pure  testimony  of  Jesus, 

And  his  ancient  witnesses  too; 
Which  gives  men  instruction,  how  they  must  be  ia 

Wiih  no  other  object  in  view  ;  [ved, 

Let  this  testimony  abound  and  prevail. 
Let  love  conquer  hatred,  and  selfishness  fall ; 
The  pure  testimony  sajs,  Jesus  is  all. 
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HYMN  410.  P.  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

1  TT^EACE  be  unto  his  house, 

JSL      The  son  of  peace  draws  near; 
But  has  my  master's  son 

A  tabernacle  here  ? 
If  so,  then  1  will  here  remain, 
If  not,  adieu,  I'll  go  again. 

2  My  master  sent  me  here 

His  son  a  bride  to  find, 
If  to  him  you  appear, 

If  to  him  you  are  kind  ; 
If  so  come  go  with  me  to-day,- 
If  not,  I'll  go  another  way. 

3  Lord,  send  thy  spirit  forth, 

Incline  the  heart  also; 
Lord  grant  Rebecca's  voice, 

I  with  the  man  will  go  ; 
'Twould  make  thy  servants  all  rejoice, 
To  hear  one  speak  with  such  a  voice. 

HYMN  471.  L.  M. 

Why  does  the  cause  of  Christ  run  so  low  ? 

1  A  LAS !  alas  <  why  is  it  so, 

1%.  That  Jesus'  cause  should  run  so  low ; 
Is  love  so  cold,  and  faith  so  weak, 
That  none  for  Jesus  now  can  speak  ? 

2  Where  is  the  love  and  heavenly  zeal, 
That  Christians  formerly  did  feel, 
When  they  did  meet  and  joyful  tell, 
The  love  of  their  Immanuel  ? 

3  Once  Christians  did  religion  feel, 
Abroad,  at  home,  or  in  the  field, 
And  when  they  saw  each  other's  face, 
Their  theme  was1  all  redeeming  grace. 

4  But  now  so  wordly  grown,  that  they 
But  seldom  find  a  heart  to  pray; 

A  few  there  are  but  here  and  there, 
That  daily  seek  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
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HYMNS.  472 

5   ,ut  short  these  days,  O !  Lord  and  come 
And  bring  us  humbly  round  thy  throne  ; 
That  we  again  may  love  thy  laws, 
Again  espouse  thy  bleeding  cause. 

HYMN  472.  L  M. 

1     A  WAKE  my  soul  to  joyful  lays, 
.xm.  And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise: 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  free ; 
CHORUS. 
His  loving-kindness,  loving-kindness , 
His  loving-kindness,  O,  how  free! 
2. He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me,  notwithstanding  all, 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  O.  how  great ! 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  O,  how  strong  1 

4  When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  O,  how  good! 

5  Although  I  feel  my  hand  and  heart, 
Prone  ftom  my  Saviour  to  depart : 
And  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  1  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail: 
O!  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  brighter  worlds  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise,  ^ 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

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473-74  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN473.LM. 

1  ^iOME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest  ; 
%^J  Come,  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  doubts  and  fears  away, 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad: 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
With  all  the  load  of  guilt  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace  : 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart. 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart  : 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind,  inviting  voice. 

HYMN  474.  P.  M.  li's. 

1  ig~bj.  TURN  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  you  die, 
\_P  When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh! 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says  come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away; 
Come  wretched,  come  starviugi  come  just  as  you  be. 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  Now  Jesus  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
And  grant  you  a  pardon  if  you  will  believe ; 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  obtain, 
To  soothe  your  affliction  or  banish  your  pain? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon'd  to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high! 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeding  on  air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus  enough  and  to  spare; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see. 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

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hymns.  475-76 

HYIK  475.  L-  M. 

1  fTnHIS  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 

JL    Receive,  and  eat  this  living  food  : 

Then  take  the  cup,  and  drink  the  wine: 

'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood. 

2  Do  this,  said  Christ,  till  time  shall  end, 

Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  : 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord. 

3  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  share  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  476.  P-  M.  4  lines  11  s. 

Tlie  triumph  of  Truth. 

1  ^k'ER  the  darkness  of  nations,  for  ages  forlorn, 
%Jr     Bright  truth  is  diffusing  millenial  morn! 
The  vision  delightful  shall  Salem  behold ; 

And,  under  one  Shepherd,  the  world  be  one  fold ' 

2  The  sign  of  the  cross  has  appear'd— the  blest  sum 
And  faith  has  deciphered  the  motto  divine. 

He  must  reign  till  the  nations  in  homage  bow  down1 
The  wicked'his  footstool ;  believers  his  crown. 

3  Like  the  sun  going  forth  his  mighty  career, 
To  gladden  the  earth,  and  illumine  the  sphere ; 
The  chariot  of  truth  shall  in  majesty  roll 
O'er  climate,  isle,  ocean,  to  each  distant  pole. 

4  A  glorified  course  it  shall  nobly  pursue, 
Encircling  with  radiance  both  Gentile  and  Jew  J 
And  millions  of  heathens  their  idols  despise, 
Shall  bask  in  its  light,  and  exult  in  its  rise. 

5  The  mighty  may  fight  with  Jehovah's  decree  ; 
And  sceptic  may  write  that  it  never  shall  be  ;— 
But  the  finger  of  time  on  its  dial  shall  stop. 

Ere  one  promise  prove  false,  or  one  prophecy  drora 

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477-78  MISCELLANEOUS 

(j  Go,  stop  it,  proud  scorners  !  alas,  it  is  vain  ! 
As  well  may  ye  tie  up  the  winds  with  a  chain  ! 
Or  the  stars,  or  the  tides  of  the  ocean  control ; 
Or  fuse  the  vast  ices  that  rivet  the  pole. 

HYMN  477.  P-  M.  6  lines,  8  s. 

1  ^lOME,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown, 
\j  Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see! 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee, 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 
St  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am  ; 

My  misery  and  sin  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name, 

Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there : 
But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  1 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 
3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free ; 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ; 
Art  thou  the  man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

HYMN478.S.M. 

1  TOfOW  can  a  sinner  know 
JOL  His  sins  on  earth  forgiven  ? 
How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  show 
My  name  inscrib'd  in  heaven  ? 
What  we  have  felt  and  seen 
With  confidence  we  tell ; 
And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men, 
The  signs  infallible. 
3      We  who  in  Christ  believe 
That  he  for  us  hath  died, 
We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive, 
And  feel  his  blood  apply'd. 
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HYMNS.  479-80 


Exults  our  rising  soul, 
Disburthen'd  of  her  load, 
And  swells  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  of  God. 


HYMN  479.  L  M. 

On  admitting  Church  Members. 

1  "ar^EAR  friends  in  Christ,  and  well  belov'd, 
JLf  To  Jesus  and  his  servants  dear, 
Enter,— and  show  yourselves  approv'd ; 
Enter,— and  find  that  God  is  here. 

2  Welcome  from  earth !— lo,  the  right  hand 
Of  fellowship  to  you  we  give  I 

With  open  arms  and  hearts  we  stand, 
And  you  in  Jesus'  name  receive. 

3  And  now  may  God  Almighty  bless, 
Your  souls  and  ours  with  christian  love ; 
That  we  his  grace  may  here  possess, 
And  glory's  crown  in  heav'n  above. 

HYMN  480.  S.  M. 

1  66-g^OREVER  with  the  Lord !" 

S?    Amen  ;  so  let  it  be — 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  this  body  pent, 

I  live  and  strive  and  roam  ; 
And  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

HYM1V48 1.— L.  M— J.  W. 

Doxology. 

MOW  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one  ; 
Be  kingdom,  pow'r,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 
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MISCELLANEOUS  5CC. 

HYMN  482.  P-  M.  7,  6, 7,6, 7s. 

The  convert  setting  out  for  glory. 

1  -wm7HEN  I  set  out  for  glory, 

•  •  I  left  the  world  behind; 
Determined  for  a  city, 
That's  out  of  sight  to  find: 
And  to  glory  1  will  go. 

Chorus.    And  to  glory  I  will  go—ril  go,  M  goi 
And  to  glory  I  will  go. 

2  I  left  my  worldly  honors; 

I  left  my  worldly  fame; 
I  left  my  young  companions, 
And  with  them  my  good  name. 
And  to  glory  I  will  go.    4». 

3  Some  said  I'd  better  tarry, 

They  thought  I  was  too  young, 
For  to  prepare  for  dying, 
But  that  was  all  my  theme : 
And  to  glory  I  will  go.   &c 

4  Come  all  my  loving  brethren, 

And  listen  to  my  cry; 
All  you  that  are  backsliders, 
Must  either  beg  or  die: 
And  to  glory  I  will  go.  &c. 

5  The  Lord  he  loves  the  beggar, 

Who  truly  begs  indeed; 
He  always  will  releave  him, 
When'er  he  stands  in  need: 
Then  to  begging  I  will  go.  &c. 

6  I  do  not  beg  for  riches, 

Nor  to  be  dressed  fine; 
The  garment  that  he'll  give  me, 
The  sun  it  will  outshine: 
And  to  begging  I  will  go.  &c 

7  I'm  not  asham'd  to  beg, 

While  here  on  earth  I  stay: 
I'm  not  asham'd  to  watch, 
And  I'm  not  asham'd  to  pray: 
And  to  begging  I  will  go.  &c 

8  The  richest  man  I  ever  saw, 

Was  one  thatbeg'd  the  most; 
His  soul  was  fill'd  with  Jesus, 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost: 
And  to  begging  I  will  go.   &c. 

9  My  soul  is  now  encourag'd, 

Come  let  us  travel  on: 
Until  we  j  oin  t  he  angels,    , 
And  sing  the  holy  song: 
Then  to  shouting  we  will  go,     &c 
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hymns  483-84 

HYMN-  483— C  M. 

1  A  %RISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 
«£m.  Behold  thy  light  is  come  ; 

Thy  glorious  conquering  king  is  near, . 
To  take  his  exiles  home. 

2  Arise  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  judge  appear  ; 
All  tongues  and  languages  shall  come, 
Their  final  doom  to  hear ! 

3  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

To  sinners  now  is  o'er; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 
And  to  be  heard  no  more ! 

4  The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  they  sing, 
And  shout  redeeming  love. 


HYMN  484— P-  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

1  A  UTHOR  of  life  divine, 
J&.  Who  hast  a  table  spread, 
Furnish'd  with  mystic  wine, 

And  everlasting  bread: 
Preserve  the  life  thyself  hast  giv'n, 
And  feed,  and  train  us  up  for  heav'n. 

2  Our  needy  souls  sustain 

With  fresh  supplies  of  love, 
Till  all  thy  life  we  gain, 

And  all  thy  fulness  prove, 
And  strengthen'd  by  thy  perfect  grace, 
Behold  without  a  veil  thy  face. 

HYMN  485— P-  M.  7s.  &  6s. 

I  TBURST.  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 


To  my  raptur'd  vision, 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 
Around  the  bright  elysian. 
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485-86  MISCELLANEOUS 

Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies; 
Sons  of  right'ousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  him  ; 
Myriads  with  supreme  delight 

Instantly  adore  him ; 
Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame ; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Oast  their  crowns  before  his  throne. 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy  !  Holy !  Holy  One. 

4  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies, 

Seem  methinks  to  seize  us ; 

Join  we  too  the  holy  lays- 
Jesus— Jesus— Jesus  !— 

Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 

Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 

Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 

Jesus— Jesus— flows  along. 

HYMN  486.-M.  ri. 

J  The  Barren  Fig  Tree. 

1  JTJARREN  still  this  tree  is  found, 
JBlm  Lo  !  it  cumbers  still  the  ground, 
Culture  it  has  had  for  years, 

But  as  yet  no  fruit  appears. 
Cut  it  down,— why  all  this  toil  ? 
It  no  more  shall  curse  the  soil  • 

2  But  the  dresser  cries,  "  Forbear ! 
Let  it  stand  another  year ; 

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hymns.  486-87 

Still  it  shall  my  care  employ, 
Then  if  fruit  appear,  with  joy 
At  thy  feet  it  shall  be  laid, 
And  my  joy  be  well  repaid." 

3  Lord,  this  parable's  for  me : 
I'm  that  dead  and  fruitless  tree. 
1  within  the  vineyard  stand, 
Planted  by  thy  gracious  hand  ; 
Yet  with  all  the  dresser's  care, 
Scarcely  any  fruit  I  bear. 

4  I  have  peaceful  Sabbath  days, 

I  have  hours  of  pray'r  and  praise  ; 
Faithful  sermons,  they  are  mine, 
Threatenings,  promises  divine, 
All  that  wisdom  could  devise, 
Lent  in  mercy  from  the  skies. 

5  Yet  my  heart  is  cold  and  dead, 
Like  a  branch  that's  withered, 
Yet  my  hands  inactive  prove, 
To  promote  the  cause  I  love." 
Blessed  Jesus  !  can  there  be 
Life  in  such  a  barren  tree  ? 

6  But  another  year  is  giv'n, 
Granted  by  indulgent  heav'n  ; 
Sabbaths,  sermons,  hours  of  pray'r, 
Granted  for  another  year  \ 

Still  deserved  wrath  delays, 
Mercy  lengthens  out  my  days. 

7  0!  for  grace  this  year  to  be 
All  that  God  delights  to  see. 
O  !  for  wisdom  from  above, 
Ev'ry  moment  to  improve  ; 
And  when  time  has  past  away, 

O  !  for  mercy  in  that  day.  y^ 

HYMN  487»— %  M-  —  Temperance 


'F 


FRIENDS  of  Freedom  !  swell  the  song  ; 
Young  and  old.  the  strain  prolong,      * 

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487-88  MISCELLANEOUS 

Make  the  temp'rance  army  strong, 
And  on  to  victory. 

2  Lift  your  banners,  let  theni  wave, 
Onward  march  a  world  to  save  ; 
Who  would  fill  a  drunkard's  grave, 

And  bear  his  infamy? 

3  Shrink  not  when  the  foe  appears  ; 
Spurn  the  coward's  guilty  fears  ; 
Hear  the  shrieks,  behold  the  tears 

Ofruin'd  families! 
4  Raise  the  cry  in  ev'ry  spot — 
"  Touch  not— Taste  not — Handle  not  I " 
Who  would  be  a  drunken  sot, 

The  worst  of  miseries  ? 

5  Give  the  aching  bosom  rest ; 
Carry  joy  to  ev'ry  breast  ; 

Make  the  wretched  drunkard  blest, 
By  living  sobeily. 

6  Raise  the  glorious  watchword  high— 
"  Touch  not — taste  not,  till  you  die  J" 
Let  the  echo  reach  the  sky, 

And  earth  keep  jubilee, 

7  God  of  mercy!  hear  us  plead, 
Foi  thy  help  we  intercede  : 
See  how  many  bosoms  bleed  ! 

And  heal  them  speedily. 

8  Hasten,  Lord,  the  happy  day, 
When,  beneath  thy  gentle  ray, 
Temp'rance  all  the  world  shall  sway, 

And  reign  triumphantly. 

HYMN-  488-— P-  M.  8's,  4's. 

1    TTESUS  our  Lord  is  horn  to  day, 
tP      '    is  born  to-day ;    „    :|[: 
Tor  loud  we  heard  the  angels  say, 

the  angels  say ;        :||: 
Glory  to  God,  glory  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth,. 
Good  will  t' wards  men. 
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HYMNS.  489 

2  The  blazing  star  from  old  foretold, 

from  old  foretold  ;  :|j; 
Bids  the  magi,  come  and  behold, 

come  and  behold  ;  :[; 
Your  new-born  king,  your  new-born  king  j 

In  Bethlehem. 

3  Do  all  thase  things,  conspire  to  tell, 

conspire  to  tell.        :|j: 
The  birth  of  our  Emanuel, 

Emanuel?        :[|: 
O  shout  his  praise,  O  shout  his  praise, 

ye  ransomed  race. 

4  God's  now  with  us  ;  Oh  !  wond'rous  grace, 

Oh!  wond'rous  grace  ;        :||: 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  his  praise, 

proclaim  his  praise.        :|j: 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

praise  ye  the  Lord. 
G  Come  then,  confess,  th'  incarnate  God, 

th'  incarnate  God  ;        :]|: 
Who  has  for  you  salvation  brought, 

salvation  brought.  :j|: 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! ! 

praise  ye  the  Lord. 
6  Come  shout  his  praise,  whilst  you  have  breath 

whilst  you  have  breath  ;        :||: 
And  you  shall  be  for  ever  bless'd, 

for  ever  bless'd.        :(j: 
With  him  on  high,  with  him  on  high ; 

in  endless  rest. 


HYMN  489 —P.  M.  8s  &  7s. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despis'd,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shall  be. 
Perish  ev'ry  fond  ambition, 
All  I've  sought,  or  hop'd,  or  known, 
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490  MISCELLANEOUS 

Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition ! 

God  and  heaven  are  my  own. 
<J  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too, 
Human  look's  and  hearts  deceive  me, 

Thou  like  them  art  not  untrue, 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  despise  me, 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  right. 

3  Go  thou  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 

Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain, 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favour  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  call'd  thee  abba  father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee, 
Storms  may  howl  and  tempests  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Pear  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

But  'twill  drive  me  to  thy  breast. 
Life  with  trials  nard  may  press  me 

Ileav'n  will  give  a  sweeter  rest, 
O !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me, 
O !  'tis  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee. 

5  Soul  then  know  thy  full  salvation. 

Rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  care, 
Joy  to  find  in  ev'ry  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  fear, 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee. 

Think  what  father's  smiles  are  thine 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  save  thee, 

Child  of  heav'n  canst  thou  repine. 

HYMN  490.-M.  7s. 

A  warning  to  Youth. 


o 


H  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud, 
You  must  die  and  wear  a  shroud  I 
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HYMNS  491-92 

Time  will  rob  you  of  your  bloom, 

Death  will  drag  you  to  the  tomb  ; 
Then  you'll  cry,  and  want  to  be 
Happy  in  eternity — eternity — eternity—   ■ 
Happy  in  eternity. 

2  Will  you  go  to  heaven  ?  or  hell  ? 
One  you  must,  and  there  to  dwell : 
Christ  will  come,  and  quickly  too  : 
1  must  meet  him,  so  must  you  ; 

Then  you'll  cry,  #c. 

3  The  white  throne  will  soon  appear, 
All  the  world  must  then  draw  near  : 
Sinners  will  be  driven  down — 
Saints  will  wear  the  starry  crown. 

Then  you'll  cry,  §c. 


HYMN  491.  C.  M. 

1  |Tk  land  of  rest  for  thee  I  sigh, 
%jf    When  will  the  moment  come  ; 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 

And  dwell  in  peace  at  home. 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful  shelt'ring  dome  ; 

This  world  's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 

This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  Weary  of  wand'ring  round  and  round, 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom ; 
I  long  to  quit  th'  unhallow'd  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  above. 


HYMI.  492.— P.  M.  8,7,8,8,7 

The  Heavenly  Rest. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 
To  weary  wand'rers  given  ; 
There  is  relief  for  souls  distress'd  ; 
A  balm  for  ev'ry  wounded  breast ; 
Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 
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493  MISCELLANB'OUS 

2  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 

'Tis  fair,  as  breath  of  even  ; 
A  couch  for  weary  pilgrim's  spread. 
Where  they  may  rest  their  aching  head, 

And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
Who're  toss'd  on  life's  tempest'ous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — 'tis  heaven. 

4  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearful  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

5  There  fragrant  flow'rs  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom, 
Beyond  the  bound'ries  of  the  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


HYMN  493 -P.M.  7,8,7,8,7,8,7,8 

J  rglHERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 

JL    Where  streams  of  joy  for  ever  roll, 
'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  long  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray  • 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 
A  lamp  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  Altho'  the're  many  dangers, 

Along  the  path  that  leads  to  God ; 
Yet,  like  a  faithful  soldier, 

I'll  boldly  march  along  the  road. 
I'll  take  and  gird  my  swor'd  on, 

My  breastplate,  helmet  and  my  shield; 
And  fight  the  host  of  Satan, 
Until  I  reach  the  heav'nly  field. 
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HYMNS*  494 

3  To  all  who  stay  behind  me, 

I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell ; 
But  rebels  you'll  repent  it, 

When  you  shall  reach  the  gates  of  hell. 
Oh  sinners !  shall  I  leave  you  ? 

No  more  to  warn  your  social  band! 
No  more  to  hear  or  see  you, 

Till  at  the  judgment  bar  we  stand? 

4  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll ; 
Then  we  shall  see  the  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come, 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  faithful  servants  home. 

5  Then,  sinners,  you'll  be  driven 

Down  to  the  lake  of  fire  and  pain, 
To  dwell  in  flaming  sulphur, 

And  never  to  return  again. 
Then  sinners,  you'll  remember 

Who  warn'd  you  of  that  dreadful  end ; 
While  the  smoking  of  your  torment 

In  pitchy  clouds  shall  up  ascend. 


HYMN  494.-P-  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8 

1  rHIHROUGH  tribulations  deep 

JL    The  way  to  glory  is ; 
This  stormy  course  I  keep 
On  these  tempest'ous  seas  : 
,  By  waves  and  winds  I'm  toss'd  and  driv'n, 
Freighted  with  grace,  and  bound  to  heav'n. 

2  Sometimes  temptations  blow 

A  dreadful  hurricane ; 
And  high  the  waters  flow 

And  o'er  my  sides  break  in  : 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blust'ring  winds  and  surging  waves. 
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495  MISCELLANEOUS 

3  When  in  my  distress 

My  anchor,  hope,  can  cast 
Within  the  promises, 

It  holds  my  vessel  fast : 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  winds  and  swelling  tides. 

4  The  Bible  is  my  chart, 

By  it  the  seas  1  know; 
I  cannot  with  it  part, 

It  rocks  and  sands  doth  show : 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too, 
Whose  needle  points  for  ever  true. 

5  But  ere  I  reach  heav'n's  coast 

I  must  a  gulph  pass  through, 
Which  fatal  proves  to  most — 

For  all  this  passage  go  : 
But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'erwhelm 
If  God  himself  is  at  the  helm. 

6  When  through  the  gulf  I  get, 

(Though  rough,  it  is  but  short) 
The  pilot  angels  meet, 

And  bring  me  into  port  : 
And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 
I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 


HYMK  495— M.  7s. 

1  %nr^^  mv  happiness  below, 

JL    Not  to  live  without  the  cross ; 
But  the  Saviour's  pow'r  to  know, 
Sanctifying  ev'ry  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 

But— with  humble  faith,  to  see 
Love  inscrib'd  upon  them  all— 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  God,  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 

Of  affliction,  pain  and  toil : 
These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds 
Which  would  else  overspread  the  soih 
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HYMNS.  496 


4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  pray'r; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet — 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 
A  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here — 
No  chastiment  hy  the  way ; 
Might  I  not,  with  reason  fear 
I  should  be  a  cast-away  ? 


HfMN  496.  P.  M.  11,  n,  ll,  11. 

Air:  Sweet  Home. 

1  y^WTHEN  torn  in  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care, 

VV   Be  it  ever   so  simple,  there's  nothing  iifee 

pray'r ; 
It  eases,  sooths,  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains. 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  passion  in  chains. 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  O,  sweet  pray'r, 
.  Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  pray'r. 

2  When  far  from  the  friends  we  hold  dearest  we  part, 
What  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  the  heart, 
Past  converse,  past  scenes,  past  enjoyments  are 

there, 
Oh  how  hurtfully  pleasing  till  hallow'd  by  pray'r. 
Pray'r,  pray'r,  O  sweet  pray'r, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  pray'r. 

3  When  pleasure  would  woo  us  from  piety's  arms, 
The  siren  sings  sweetly,  or  silently  charms. 
We  listen,  love,  loiter,  are  eaught  in  the  snare, 
On  looking  to  Jesus,  we  conquer  by  pray'r. 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  O,  sweet  pray'r, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  pray'r. 

4  While  strangers  to  pray'r,  we  are  strangers  to  bliss, 
Heav'n  pours  its  full  streams  through  no  medium 

but  this | 
And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstacy  share. 
Our  chalice  of  joy  must  be  guarded  by  pray'r. 
Pray'r,  pray'r,  O,  sioeet  pray'r. 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  pray'r. 
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497-98  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  497- L .  M. 

1  "^STSTHEN  marshal'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

W  V     The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky ; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 

From  ev'ry  host,  from  ev'ry  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks ; 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud— the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd— and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  through  the  storms  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moo'rd— my  peril  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  fight  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  more, 
The  Star!— the  Star  of  Bethlehenf ! 

HYMN-  498.-C.  M. 

*  JVb  Tears  in  Heaven. 

1  "«HKTHAT  if  our  bark,  o'er  life's  rough  wavo 

v  v     By  adverse  winds  be  driv'n, 
And  howling  tempests  round  us  rave, 
There  are  no  tears  in  heav'n. 

2  What  though  affliction  be  our  lot, 

Our  heart  with  anguish  riv'n, 
Still,  let  it  never  be  forgot 
There  are  no  tears  in  heav'n, 


HYMNS.  499 

3  If  sweetest  joys  here  vanish  all, 

And  fade  like  hues  at  ev'n, 
Our  brightest  hopes  like  meteors  fall- 
There  are  no  tears  in  heav'n. 

4  The  mourner  sad,  and  drown'd  in  grief 

Hath  long  in  sorrow  striv'n, 

Shall  find  at  last  a  sweet  relief, 

Tears  wip'd  away  in  heav'n. 

5  Then,  God,  our  joy  and  rest  shall  be, 

And  sorrow  far  be  driv'n  ; 
And  sin  and  death  forever  flee — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heav'n. 

6  There  from  the  blooming  tree  of  life 

The  healing  fruit  is  giv'n : 
There,  there  shall  cease  the  painful  strife- 
There  are  no  tears  in  heav'n. 


HYOT  499.-P-  M.  8,8,6,8,8,6. 

TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth,  and  carnal  joys, 
The  things  I  lov'd  before ; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 
,  2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth, 
Tell  me  no  more  of  ease  and  health, 

For  these  have  all  their  snares ; 

Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiv'n, 

And  see  my  name  enroll'd  in  heav'n, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

t  3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  tow'rs, 

Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bow'rs, 

For  these  are  trifling  things; 
The  little  room  for  me  design'd 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind, 
As  palaces  of  kings. 
4  Tell  me  no  morn  of  crowding  guests, 
Of  sumptuous  feasts  and  gaudy  dress, 
Extravagance  and  waste; 
337  \V 


500  \  MISCELLANEOUS 

My  little  table,  only  spread 

With  wholesome  herbs  and  wholesome  bread, 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 
5  Give  me  the  Bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

And  faith  to  trust  the  Lord  ; 
I'd  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 
And  urge  no  company  to  stay, 

Nor  wish  to  rove  abroad. 


HYMN  500—P-  M. 

1  rinHIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 

JL    For  man's  probation  given  ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  woe, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow, 
—      There's  nothing  true,  but  Heaven. 

2  And  false  the  light  of  glory's  plume, 

As  fading  hues  of  even  ; 
And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Are  blossoms  gather'd  for  the  tomb, 

There's  nothing  bright,  but  Heaven. 

3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day; 

From  wave  to  wave  we're  driven, 
And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray, 
Serve  but  to  light  our  troubled  way  ; 

There's  nothing  calm  but  Heaven. 

4  And  where's  the  light,  held  out  to  cheer 

This  heart  with  anguish  riven  ; 
Affliction's  sigh,  and  sorrow's  tear, 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here, 

There's  nothing  kind  but  Heaven. 

5  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace. 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace  ; 

There's  nothing  good  but  Heaven. 

6  From  those  who  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven  ; 
33S      ■ 


501  MISCELLANEOUS,  &C. 

They're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 
And  find  their  way  to  Heav'n. 


HYMJV  501.— P.  M.  13,13,13,13,6.  , 

WHY  should  I  be  affrighted  at  pestilence  or  war, 
The  fiercer  be  the  tempest  the  sooner  'twill  be 
o'er, 
With  Jesus  in  the  vessel,  the  billows  rise  in  vain, 
They  only^wiTrc7Trrvey  me  to  yon  elysian  plain, 
With  glory  innvy  soul. 

2  This  isalandofdangers,and  foes  they  press  me  hard. 
But  Jesus,  he  lias  promis'd  that  he  would  be  my  guard, 
Then  I  shall  not  be  tempted  above  what  1  can  hear, 
When  fighting  it  is  over,  his  kingdom  I  shall  share, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

3  Although  my  flesh  is  mortal,  immortal  is  my  hope; 
I'll  try  like  good  old  Moses  to  gain  the  mountain  top, 
And  at  Jeliovari's  bidding,"  with  cheerfulness  I'll  die 
And  fly  away  to  heaven  to  reign  above  the  sky. 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

4  Though  sinners  do  despise  me,  and  laugh  at  what  I 
I  find  a  little  number  walks  with  me  in  the  way:  [say 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren,  they  laugh'd  at  Je- 
sus too — 

The  crown  lies  just  before  me,  and    heaven  in  my 
With  glory  in  my  soul.  [  view. 

5  I  soon  shall  gain  fair  Canaan,  and  on  that  happy 

shore, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  sorrow,  to  reign  for  evermore; 
There  walk  the  golden  pavements,  and  blood  wash'd 
garments  weai, 
And  sing  with  holy  angels— before  my  Saviour  there, 
VVith  glorv  in  my  soul. 
339 


TO  FIND  ANY  HYMN  BY  THE  FIRST  LINE. 


A  CHARGE  to  ke«p  I  have, 
Afflictions  tho'  they  seem  severe, 
Ah!  whither  shall  I  go, 
Ah  !  and  where  ami  now, 
Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
Alas!  Alas!  Why  is  it  so, 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name! 
Almighty  Lord,  .  . 

Almighty  God,  I'm  very  ill, 
Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 
And  am  I  born  to  die, 
And  shall  1  yet  delay, 
And  did  the  holy  and  the  just 
And  must  this  body  die  ?  . 
And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
And  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat,  . 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 
Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair 
Arise,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  Lord, 
Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake? 
As  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old    . 
Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  king, 
As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Assist  my  soul,  my  heavenly  king, 
Attend  us  now  Jehovah  ! 
Author  of  life  divine, 
Awak'd  by  sinai's  awful  sound, 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song, 
Awake,  my  soul !  streach  ev'ry  nerve, 
Awake  my  soul  to  joyful  lays, 
Awake,  our  souls  and  with  the  sun 

BARREN  still  this  tree  is  found, 
Before  the  great  Jehovah's  bar, 
Begone  my  worldly  cares  away, 
Behold  that  great  and  awful  day, 
Behold  th'  expected  time  draw  near 
Behold  the  throne  of  grace 
340 


Hymn. 


INDEX. 

Hymn. 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind,  .        32 

Behold  the  Saviour  at  ihy  door    .            .  .      206 

Beloved  Saviour  faithful  friend,  .            .  .        18 

Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head,  463 

Beside  the  gospel  pool,       .            .  .      417 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God,    .            .  403 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see  .        63 

Blest  he  the  tie  that  binds,      .     •_  127 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blow            .           .  .      304 

Brethren  we  are  met  together             .  .               3 

Brethren  while  we  sojourn  here,             .  .      378 

Bright  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze,    .  ,           1JU 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death,    .  .           61 

Burst,  ye  emeiald  gates,  and  bring,           .  .  485 

CAMPM  EETINGS  with  thy  presence  crown,    303 
Christ's  faithful  word,  his  solemn  pledge,      234 

Children  of  the  heav'uly  king,            .  .             57 

Christians,  Christ  for  you  hath  bled,      .  .      461) 

Come  all  ye  happy  race,          .            .  .           247 

Come  and  taste  along  with  me    .            .  .56 

Come  all  ye  weary  travellers,             .  .            351 

Come  all  ye  tender-hearted  christians,  .  .      189 

Come  all  ye  humble  weeping  souls,        .  .      372 

Come  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord,  .           367 

Come  Christian  Brethren,  ere  we  part,  .      355 

Come  dearest  Lord  and  bless  this  day,  .             93 

Come  Father;  Son  and  Holy  Ghost.        .  .287 

Come  gracious  spirit  , heavenly  dove,  .             44 

Come  guilty  sinner,  in  whose  breast       .  .      193 

Come  happy  souls  appoach  your  God,  .        42 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire,  .           241 

Come  holy  spirit,  heav'nly  dove,             .  .13 

Come  holy  spirit,  come,           .            .  .           293 

Come,  Lord  and  bless  the  rising  race  I  145 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs,        .  .        40 

Come  let  us  use  the  grace  divine,      .  .           3.11 

Come  let  us  anew,                                     ,  ,      374 

Come  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth,    .  .           407 
Come,  my  christian  friends  and  brethren,-        .       l2fi 

Come  my  friend'and  let  us  try,           .  ,            308 

Come  my  soul  befoie  the  Lamb,        .  .           3ua 
341 


INDEX. 

Come  my  soul  thy  suit  prepare,  . 
Come  on  my  partners  in  distress, 
Come,  O  thou  traveller  unknown,     . 
Come,  O  thou  all  victorious  Lord, 
Come  O  my  heart  and  let  us  take 
Come  saints  and  sinners,  here  me  tell    . 
Come  sinners  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Come  sinners,  you  whose  harden'd  hearts 
Come  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
Come  tempted  soul,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Come  thou  Almighty  King,  .  . 

Come  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
Come  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit, 
Come  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish 
Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Come  ye  that  fear  the  Lord  . 
f  Come  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Come  ye  weary  souls  opprest, 
Come  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest ;    . 
Compar'd  with  Christ  in  all  beside,  . 
Convinc'd  of  sin,  men  now  begin  , 

©ANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Dear  friends  in  Christ  ; 

Dear  people  all  attention  give, 
Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  1 
Death  'tis  a  melancholy  day,  . 
Destruction's  dang'rous  road, 
Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord  ! 
Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord,         * 
Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming, 
Drooping  souls  no  longer  grieve,  , 

ETERNAL  God  !  enthron'd  on  high  ! 
Eternal  spirit,  source  of  light, 
Eternity  is  just  at  hand  ! 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 
Farewell  dear  friends,    . 
Father,  I  dare  believe, 
Father  I  strech  my  hands  to  thee, 
Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word, 
342 


Hymn. 
231 


INDEX. 

Hymn. 

Father  of  faithful  Abia'm  here           .  .           Ill 

Father  is  not  thy  promise  pleg'tf,             .  .      109 

For  a  season  call'd  to  part,     .            .  .            347 

"Forever  with  the  Lord !    .           ;  .      480 

Fountain  of  life  to  all  below,             .  .             58 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns,            .  .95 

Friends  of  freedom  !  swell  the  song;         .  .  487 

From  all  who  dwell  below  the  skies,  .           406 

From  ev'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows—    .  .      424 

g-^i  LORY  to  thee,  my  God  thfs  night,  .            88 
\yf  Go  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim,      .      122 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,      ,  .             66 

Go  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord,    .  .      411 

Gracious  Father,  gracious  Lord,        .  73 

Gracious  Lord  incline  thine  ear,             .  229 

Great  God  the  nations  of  the  earth;  .  .           104 

Great  Lord  of  all  thy  churches  hear,       .  .      295 

Guide  us,  O  !  thou  great  Jehovah,     .  .             70 

HAIL  my  ever  blessed  Jesus,      .  .           252 

Hail  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine     .  .      239 

Hail  the  blest  morn,  when  the  great  mediator  26 

Hail,  all  hail!  blest  Sabbath  morning,  .  .      413 

Happy  is  he  whose  early  years    .            .  .134 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound  .           331 

Hark!  the  jubilee  is  sounding,     .            .  .      299 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  say,            .  405 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy        .  .        33 

Hark !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  corrfeS,  303 

Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds,  .           3H4 

Hark !  don't  you  here  the  Turtle  Dove,  .        392 

Hasten,  O  sinner  to  be  wise,  .            .  .           420 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation,              .  .           414 

Hearts  of  Stone,  relent,  relent,     .            .  .      180 

He  dies  1  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  !  4           394 

Hell 'tis  a  word  of  dreadful  sound,          .  .      341 

Help  Lord,  the  weakest  instrument,  .  .           436 

He's  come  !  let  ev'ry  knee  bo  bent,         .  .      298 

Here  in  the  presence  of  our  God        •  .             11 

Holy  God  and  hast  thou  sent        .            .  -77 

How  beaut'ous  are  their  feet,            .  .           416 

H<iw  bright  appears  the  morning  star,  .  .      279 
343 


INDEX. 

How  can  I  vent  my  grief?    . 

How  can  a  sinner  know, 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 

How  happy  ev'ry  child  of  grace, 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot,  . 

How  lost  was  my  condition 

How  much  the  hearts  of  those  revive,    . 

How  precious  is  the  name,      .       '    . 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ? 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,    . 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await 

How  tedious  and  tastless  the  hours, 

IASK  the  gift  of  right'ousness, 
I  know  that  my  redeemer  lives, 
1  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far,  . 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
I  languish  for  a  sight,  . 
I  long  to  see  the  season  come,      . 
I'll  go  attempting  prayer, 
I'm  glad  that  I  was  born  to  die,  . 
I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord,    . 
In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
"Indulgent  God  to  the  we  pray, 
Indulgent  sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
In  evil  long  I  took  delight,     . 
In  Jesus'  name  we  come  to  thee, 
In  thy  great  name,  Q!  Lord,  we  come, 
In  view  of  the  big  meeting, 
Israel  in  ancient  days,  . 
It  shall  be  well,  let  sinners  know 
I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 

JESUS !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
Jesus,  dear  name  how  sweet  it  sounds. 
Jesus  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
Jesus  great  healer  of  mankind, 
Jesus  great  shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 
Jesus,  in  thy  transporting  name, 
_Jesus  1  love  thy  charming  name, 
Jesus  lover  of  my  soul, 
344 


Hymn. 

285 
.       478 

272 

371 
.       432 

248 
.      301 

230 
.      222 

125 
.  276 
me.  438 
.      283 


INDEX. 


Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
Jesus  my  Lord,  to  glory  s  gone, 
Jesus,  my  life,  thyself  apply, 
Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord, 
Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone,  . 
Jesus  our  best  beloved  friend, 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  born  to  day, 
Jesus  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
Jesus  the  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace, 
Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home,  . 
John  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

IT"  INDEED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
SL  Know  sinner  every  one  is  free, 
*H~    ET  eVry  mortal  ear  attend, 
M-A  Let  hypocrites  attend, 
Let  sinners  take  their  course,     ■' 
Let  party  names  no  more, 
Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 
Lift  up  your  hearts  Immanuel's  friends, 
Like  Abra'm  to  a  land  unknown-, 
Look  down,  O  !  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
Lo!  he  comes  with  clouds  descending,   . 
Lo  !  on  a. narrow  neck  of  land, 
Lo  !  we  see  the  sign  appearing,  . 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 
Jjord,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Lord  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Lord  in  thy  courts  we  now  appear, 
Lord  in  the  morning  I  will  send, 
Lord  of  the  harvest  hear, 
Lord  our  ransom'd  souls  adore  thee 
Lord  send  thy  servants  forth, 
Lord  send  thy  word  and  let  it  fly 
Lord  we  come  before  thee  now, 
Lord  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
Lord  we  adore  thy  matchless  ways, 
Lord  when  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad 
Lord  when  together  here  we  mee.t, 
Love  divine,  all  love  exeelling,   . 

345 


:ndex. 


Lovers  of  pleasure  more  than  God,    . 

MAN  in  his  first  creation, 
Mercy,  O  !  thou  son  of  David, 
'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature,  . 
Millions  there  are  on  heathen  ground, 
Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heaven,  . 
Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join, 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so, 
My  God,  my  Father,  cheering  name, 
My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love,     . 
My  God,  permit  my  tongue, 
My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine,    . 
My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
My  lovely  Jesus  while  on  earth, 
*My  life  declines,  my  strength  is  gone, 
My  soul  thy  minutes  haste  away,  i 

My  soul  be  on  thy  guard, 
My  sorrow's  like  a  flood,  • 

NOT  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done, 
Now,  ah  !  now,  I  yield,  I  yield,    . 
Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Now  be  the  gospel  banner, 
Now  farewell  world  and  sinful  toys, 
Now  from  the  altars  of  our  hearts, 
Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
Now,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 
Now  is  Unaccepted  time, 
Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 
Now  let  my  soul  with  wonder  trace, 
Now  Lord  inspire  the  preacher's  heart, 
Now  Lord  the  heavenly  seed  is  sown, 
Now  pilgrims  let  us  go  in  peace, 
Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading, 
Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 
Now  to  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Now  we  are  met  in  holy  fear, 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
O'er  the  darkness  of  nations  for  ages  forlorn,  476 
O !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,         .  286 

346 


p!  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 

D !  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

3!  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 

3 !  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call, 

3  1  God  of  sov'reign  grace, 

9 1  holy  God  to  thee  we  pray, 

p !  how  I  long  to  go  and  see, 

J!  if  the  Lamb  had  not  been  slain, 

31  Jesus  my  Saviour  to  thee  I  submit, 

1 !  Jesus  my  Saviour  I  know  thou  art  mine, 

3  Land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh,    . 

3  !  Lord  another  day  is  flown, 

3!  Lord  our  languid  souls  inspire, 

3!  tell  me  no  more, 

3 !  that  my  load  of  si,n  were  gone, 

3!  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 

3  !  there  will  be  mourning, 

3!  thou  in  whose  presence,    . 

}  !  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 

3  !  thou  God  of  my  salvation, 

)  !  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh, 

) !  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye, 

3!  what  amazing  love  is  this,    . 

3 !  what  amazing  words  of  grace,    . 

3.'  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

By  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud, 

)h  !  give  me  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 

)h  !  how  happy  are  they, 

)h  !  that  1  had  a  bosom  friend,   . 

)h  !  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain, 

)nce  more  a  pleasant  interview, 

)ne  thing  is  needful,  one  alone, 

)n  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

)ur  bondage  here  shall  end,  by  and  by, 

)ur  father  who  in  heaven  art,    . 

)ur  Jesus  for  to  save  us  ;— O  Hallelujah  ! 

)ur  meeting  here's  but  small, 

)ur  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

IjJEACE  be  unto  this  house,    . 
lilTreople  of  the  living  God, 
Iflung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

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Pray'r  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,    - 
Pray'r  was  appointed  to  convey, 
Prepare  me  gracious  Cod, 
Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 

fcrp  EJOICE,  believer  in  the  Lord, 
M,  Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King,        .      . 
Religion  is  a  glorious  treasure,   . 
Religion  is  the  chief  concern, 
Remember  sinful  youth,    . 
Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
Rise  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 

^ALAM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name 
f?3  Salvation  how  precious  the  sound, 
Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound  1  . 
Saviour  canst  thou  love  a  traitor,     . 
Saviour  visit  thy  plantation, 
Saw  you  my  Saviour,   . 
Says  faith,  look  yonder,  see  the  crown, 
Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
See  how  the  morning  sun, 
See  the  eternal  judge  descending, 
Shepherd  divine  our  wants  relieve, 
Shew  pity,  Lord,  O  !  Lord  forgive,    . 
Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear, 
Since  Lord  thy  mighty  grace  did  call, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
Sinner,  att  thou  still  secure,  . 
Sinner!  awake  to  tiiink,  . 
Sinner,  hear  the  Saviour's  call, 
Sinner,  how  oft  hath  God  reprov'd, 
Sinner,  turn,  why  will  you  die? 
Sinners,  liear,  for  God  hath  spoken, 
Sinners,  O  !  why  so  thoughtless  grown 
Sinners  thf  voice  of  God  regard, 
Sinners  this  solemn  truth  regard. 
Sinners  will  you  scorn  the  messuage, 
Soldier  of  the  cross  arise  ! 
Soon  will  this  mortal  life  be  o'er, 
Sov'reign  of  worlds  display  thy  power, 
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w'reign  ruYer,  Lord  of  all,    . 
lirit  of  God,  thine  influ'nce  shed, 
top,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,     . 
tretch'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies, 
jff'ring  Saviour,  Lamb  of  God, 
weet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt,    . 

rEACH  us,  O  !  Lord,  aright  to  plead, 
Teach  us,  O!  Lord,  to  sing  and  pray, 
ell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
'hat  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
'he  best  of  wisdom  is  to  know,  . 
'he  Bible  is  a  blessed  book,    . 
'he  christian  knows  his  God  aright, 
'he  cross  of  Jesus  purifies,    . 
'he  day  is  past  and  gone, 
'hee  we  adore  eternal  name, 
'he. faithless  world  promisc'ous  flows, 
"he  gloomy  night  of  darkness, 
'he  glorious  light  of  Zion, 
'he  liord  our  help  has  been,  . 
"he  Lord  who  truly  knows, 
'he  Lord  will  happiness  divine, 
'he  love  of  God  how  great  to  men, 
'he  people  called  Christians, 
'he  pure  testimony  put  forth  in  the  Spirit, 
?tae  sacred  page  proclaims  abroad,   . 
'he  Saviour  calls — let.  ev'ry  ear, 
^he  Saviour,  O  •  what  endless  charms, 

he  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 

he  time  is  short !  the  season  near, 
'he  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  escape  to  the 

tain,  .  . 

he  worth  of  truth  no  tongue  can  tell, 
i'here  is  a  dwelling  house  above, 

here  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  • 
^ere  is  a  land  of  pleasure,    . 
['here  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
''here  is  a  shool  on  earth  begun, 

'here's  joy  in  heaven,  and  joy  on  earth, 

'Ins  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 

'his  is  the  field,  the  world  below,    - 
34.9 


Hymn. 
183 


INDEX. 


This  new  built  Bethel  now  is  done, 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 

Tho'  parents  may  in  cov'nant  be, 

Tho'  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 

Thou  bridegroom  of  my  soul  behold, 

Thou  shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 

Thou  who  for  sinners  once  was  slain, 

Thro'  Christ  when  we  together  came, 

Thro'  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 

Throughout  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace, 

Through  tribulations  deep,     . 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  my  son  shall  reign, 

Thy  people  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 

Thy  presence  gracious  God  afford, 

Time  like  an  ever-rolling  stream,     . 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

'Tis  finish'd,  the  conflict  is  past, 

'Tis  God,  the  great  God  we  adore, 

'Tis  my  happiness  below, 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give, 

To-day  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 

To  distant  lands  thy  Gospel  send, 

To  leave  my  dear  friends, 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 

To  the  flowing  stream  of  Jordan,      . 

To  thee,  O !  Lord,  our  heavenly  king, 

To  thee  our  wants  are  known, 

Try  us,  O!  God,  and  search  the  ground, 

'Twas  Jesus'  last  and  great  command, 

'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night, 


u 


NCERTAIN  how  the  way  to  find, 


WANDERING  pilgrims,  mourning 
Wake  up  my  muse  condole  the  loss 
We're  met,  dear  friends  in  Jesus'  name, 
We're  met,  O !  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
We're  pilgrims  on  our  journey  home,    . 
Welcome,  dear  brethren  to  this  place, 
Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest, 
We  now  have  heard  our  brethren  tell, 
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INDEX. 

What  happy  «l»il(l>ren  who  follow  Jesus 
What  have  I  in  this  barren  land, 
What  if  our  bark,  o'er  life's  rough  wave 
What  is  this  something  ,in  the  mind. 
What  language  now  salutes  the  ear, 
What  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread, 
What  think  you  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 
Vyhat  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
What's  this  that  steels, 
When  all  thy  mercies,  .0 !  my  God, 
When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way,      . 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away, 
When  converts  first  begin  to  sing,    . 
When  frowning  death  appears,  . 
When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
When  I  set  out  for  glory, 
When  Israel's  son's  a  murm'ring  race, 
When  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross, 
When  Jesus  first  at  heaven's  command 
When  Jesus  Christ  was  here  below, 
When  languor  and  disease  invade, 
When  marshal'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
When  torn  in  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care 
When  we  with  welcome  slumber  press'd, 
Where  two  or  three  together  meet, 
Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord 
While  shepherds  vvatch'd  their  flocks  by 
Who  but  thou  almighty  spirit, 
Who  is  as  the  Christian  great,     . 
Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom  ? 
Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 
Why  should  I  be  affrighted,     . 
Why  should  the  children  of  a  king, 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die, 
Wide  is  the  gate  and  broad  the  way, 
Will  you  come  to  the  cross,     . 
With  aching  heart  and  weeping  eyes. 
With  heav'nly  power,  O!  Lord,  defend 
W ith  my  substance  1  will  honor, 
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INDEX. 

Hymn 

¥E  angels  whom  mortals  attend,  .  465 

Ye  burden'd  souls  to  Jesus  come,  .  .      201 

Ye  careless  professors  who  rest  on  your  lees,  383 
Ye  dying  sons  of  men,  ....  197 
Ye  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth,  146 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ,  .  .  .      121 

Ye  pilgrims  that  are  wand'ring  home,         .  352 

Ye  sin-sick  souls  draw  near,        .  .  .      204 

Ye  sin-sick  souls  dismiss  your  fears,  .  209 

Yes  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking,  .  .114 

Ye  unconverted  careless  souls,  .  -  156 

Ye  virgin  souls,  arise,  ....  448 
Ye  weary,  heavy  laden  souls,  .  .  458 

Yonder  amazing  sight!  I  see,     .  .  .31 

Young  people  all  attention  give,       .  462 

352 


APPENDIX. 


HYMN  1.  P.M.  9,9,12,9. 

A  Revival  Hymn. 

1  ^It/ftTHAT  a  mercy,  a  mercy  is  this! 
/WW   What  a  mercy,  a  mercy  is  this! 

What  a  mercy  is  this  !  what  a  Heaven  of  bliss! 
If  the  Saviour  is  found  in  my  heart. 

2  What  will,  oh,  what  will  become  of  me  ? 
What  will,  oh,  what  will  become  of  me? 

What  will  become  of  me,  if  death  approaches  me, 
And  the  Saviour's  not  found  in  my  heart? 
3'  \Tis  awful,  'tis  awful  to  relate, 

'Tis  awful,  'tis  awful  to  relate, 

'Tis  awful  to  relate,  if  death  should  be  my  fate, 
And  the  Saviour's  not  found  in  my  heart. 

4  But  welcome!  0  welcome  death  to  me  ! 
But  welcome!  O  welcome  death  to  me! 

But  welcome  death  to  me,  if  Christ  should  set  me 
And  the  Saviour  be  found  in  my  heart.        [free, 

5  Then  adieu,  friends,  adieu  to  you  all, 
Then  adieu,  friends,  adieu  to  you  all, 

Then  adieu  to  you  all,  my  Saviour  doth  me  call, 
And  has  promis'd  to  dwell  in  my  heart. 

6  Adieu  to  affliction  and  pain, 
.  Adieu  to  affliction  and  pain, 

Adieu  to  all  pain,  for  dying  is  my  gain, 
If  the  Saviour  is  found  in  my  heart. 

7  How  reviving  and  cheering  to  my  mind, 
How  reviving  and  cheering  to  my  mind. 

How  cheering  to  my  mind,  and  the  frienda  I  leave 
If  the  Saviour  is  found  in  my  heart.       [behind. 


■Z  APPENDIX. 

8  But  we  hope,  O  we  hope  soon  to  meet, 
But  we  hope,  O  we  hope  soon  to  meet, 
But  we  hope  soon  to  meet,  ana"  to  worship  at  his 
And  ne'er  more  from  the  Saviour  depart,    [feet, 


HYMN  2.  P-  M.  8,8,8,8,8,8. 

The  Crucifixion. 

1  £\  Sinners,  sinners,  don't  you  see, 

\Jr    That  the  way  is  now  prepared— hallelujah. 
What  Christ  hath  done  for  you  and  me, 

Tho'  we  have  been  much  degraded— hal'jh. 
Yes  and  very  heavy  laden— halj'h. 

With  sin  aild  much  temptation — hal'jh. 

2  But  when  we're  tempted,  and  when  we're  tried, 

We  must  go  arid  bow  to  Jesus— hal'jh. 
Who  once  for  us  was  crucifi'd, 

To  appease  the  wrath  of  justice— hal'jh. 
What  a  wonder-working  Jesus— hal'jh. 

Who  completed  my  salvation— hal'jh. 

3  And  while  he  hung  on  Calvary ! 

Hark  !  hear  the  women  crying— hal'jh. 
They  saw  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 

In  the  agony  of  dying— hal'jh. 
Dont  you  see  your  dying  Jesus— hal'jh. 

Answering  th'  demand  of  justice— hal'jh. 

4  O  Christian,  Christian,  don't  you  feel 

This  to  be  your  bounden  duty— hal'jh. 
To  climb  up  Calv'ry's  rugged  hill 

And,  like  Joseph,  beg  his  body— hal'jh. 
It  was  shrouded  in  white  linen— hal'jh. 

And  was  laid  in  a  sepulchre— hal'jh. 
Behold  him  going  to  the  tomb  ! 

To  prepare  the  way  for  dying— hal'jh. 
They  embalm'd  him  with  some  rich  perfume— 

T'was  the  act  of  purifying. — hal'jh. 
And  what  do  you  think  of  dying— kal'jh. 

Don't  you  think  it's  very  trying — hal'jh. 
6  Jesus  laid  three  days  in  the  tomb, 

The  grim  monster  Death  to  conquer— hal'jh. 
2 


APPENDIX. 

On  th'  third  day,  Gabriel  roll'd  away  th'  stone 
From  the  mouth  of  the  sepulchre— bal^n. 

Up  rises  conquering  Jesus— hal'jh. 
Into  Gallilee  he  walked— hal'jh. 

7  Come,  brethren,  all  with  one  accord 

Let  us  act  the  part  of  justice— hal'jh. 
Let  us  walk  the  self  denial  road 

With  a  view  of  suffering  Jesus— hal'jh 
Who  arose  and  went  to  heaven— hal'jh. 

In  the  presence  of  th'  ELEVEN— hal'jh. 

8  A  few  more  suffering  days  below — 

Then  like  Jesus  we'll  be  buried— hal'jh. 
And  in  a  coming  day  I  know 

We  to  Heaven  will  be  carried— hal'jh. 
Then  we'll  go  both  soul  and  body— hal'jh. 

For  to  reign  with  God  foxever — hal'jh. 

9  But  when  we  land  on  that  blest  shore, 

Our  earthly  cares  are  ended — hal'jh. 
There  well  encamp  forever  more  ; 

That's  just  what  God  intended— hal'jh. 
That  we  should  reign  forever— hal'jh.        y 

With  Jesus  our  "Saviour— hal'jh.  / 


HYMN  3.  P-  M.  8,8,11,8. 

1  "^ETTT'HEN  sorrows  encompass  me  round, 

v  v       And  deepest  distresses  I  see  ; 
Astonish'd  I  cry,  can  a  mortal  be  found, 
That's  surrounded  by  troubles  like  me? 

2  Few  moments  of  peace  I  enjoy, 

And  they  are  succeeded  by  pain. 
If  a  moment  of  praising  my  God  I  enjoy, 
I  have  hours  again  to  complain. 

3  O,  when  shall  my  sorrows  be  o'er  ? 

O,  when  shall  my  suffering  cease? 
O,  when  to  the  bosom  of  Christ  be  conveyed, 
To  th'  mansions  of  glory  and  peace? 

4  If  souls  disembodied  can  know, 
Or  visit  their  brother  beneath  ; 

3 


4  APPENDIX* 

t  hope  I  shall  join  them  as  shouting  they,  go, 
When  releas'd  ffora  this  cumbersome  earth. 

5  My  spirit  to  glory  convey'd, 

My  body  laid  low  in  the  ground — 
I  wish  not  a  tear  on  my  grave  to  be  shed, 
But  all  join  in  praising  around. 

6  O'erwhelm'd  with  the  fullness  of  love 

I  then  like  an  angle  shall  sing; 
Till  Christ  shall  descend  with  a  shout  from  aboti 

And  make  all  creation  to  ring. 
Our  slumbering  bodies  obey, 

And  quicker  than  thought  shall  arise ; 
Remov'd  in  a  moment,  go  shouting  away 

To  mansions  above  in  the.  skies. 


HYMN  4.  p.m.  io,8, 10,7,10, 10,10,; 

Air:  "Long,  long  ago." 

1  "BTkO  you  remember  the  look  that  I  gave, 
JLr  Long,  long  ago— Long,  long  ago  ? 
When  there  was  none  that  could  pity  nor  save, 

Long,  long  ago— Long  ago? 
Then  you  were  wretched  and  ruin'dand  bound; 
Chains  of  destruction  encompass'd  you  round; 
You  sought  a  Saviour,  but  none  could  be  found-1 

Long,  long  ago — Long  ago? 

2  Do  you  remember  the  tears  that  I  shed, 

Long,  long  ago — Long,  long  ago? 

And  of  the  time  when  I  suffer'd  and  bled, 
Long,  long  ago— Long  ago  ? 

How  1  was  mocked  and  endured  disdain  ; 

And  hang'd  on  th>  cross  upon  Calv'ry's  plain; 

And  died  for  to  save  you  from  torture  and  pain- 
Long,  long  ago— Long  ago  ?  -/ 

3  Will  you  not  love,  for  the  loVe  I  have  showo, 

Long,  long  ago— Long,  lting  ago  ? 
Have  I  not  sought  for  to  make  you  my  own, , 

Long,  long  ago— Long  ago? 
Ail  the  day  long  have  I  call'd  you  to  com« ; 
4 


APPENDIX.  5 

fet  you  are  heedless  and  blind,  deaf  and  dumb ; 
Vbile  I've  prepar'd  you  a  mansion,  a  home- 
Long,  long  ago— Long  ago. 
f  Must  I  forsake  you,  and  let  you  go  on  ?" 

No,  Saviour,  no— No,  Saviour,  no. . 
Until  your  day  of  salvation  is  gone  ?" 

No,  Saviour,  no— Saviour,  no. 
Will  you  in  sin  and  rebellion  remain  ?" 
'Will  you  pursue  the  broad  road  down  to  pain  V, 
Are  you  determin'd  hell's  torments  to  gam  ?" 

No,  Saviour,  no— Saviour,  no. 
Will  you  repent  and  believe  what  I  say  ?" 

Yes,  Saviour,  yes— Yes,  Saviour,  yes. 
And  will  you  come,  while  it's  called  to-day  ?" 

Yes,  Saviour,  yes— Saviour,  yes. 
'Will  you  no  longer  against  me  rebel  ?" 
'Cease  to  do  evil,  and  learn  to  do  well  ?'* 
Then  you  shall  soon  of  my  happiness  tell." 

Yes,  Saviour,  yes — Saviour,  yes. 
fesus,  I  love  thee ;  my  soul  hath  found  rest ; 

Praise,praise  the  Lord— 'Praise,praise  the  Lord' 
Toy  inexpressible  now  fills  my  breast, 

Praise,  praise  the  Lord !— Praise  the  Lord  J 
^ow  I  remember  the  look  thou  didst  give ; 
?h'  tears  thou  didst  shed,  that  a  sinner  might  live ; 
Til'  love  that  inclin'd  thee  thy  glory  to  leave. 

Praise,  praise  the  Lord !— Praise  the  Lord  1 


TMN  5.  P-  M.  10,9,10,7,10,10,10,7. 

Air:  "Long.,  long  ago." 

HARK  !  sinner  hark !  Jesus^bids  thee  repent ; 
Now  is  the  time,  noWj&jt&e  time, 
Jar'st  thou  continue  in  sin?.''£)hl  relent ; 

Now  is  the  time,  is  the  time, 
uook  to  the  Saviour  expiring  for  thee ! 
Jear  how  he  groans  as  he  hangs  on  the  tree  1 
Wrath  still  awaits  thee  ;— away  to  him  flee  ; 
Now  is  the  time,  is  the  time. 

.   5 


6  APPENDIX. 

2  Hark !  sinner  hark !  Jesus  bids  thee  confess  ; 

Now  is  the  time,  now  is  the  time  ; 
Shame  will  undo  thee,  that  feeling  suppress  ; 

Now  is  the  time,  is  the  time. 
Trembling  acknowledge  how  guilty  thou  art ; 
Own  to  the  world,  that  in  Christ  thou'st  no  part ; 
Set  thy  face  homeward,  and  give  God  thy  heart ; 

Now  is  the  time,  is  the  time. 

3  Hark!  sinner  hark!  Jesus  bids  thee  believe  ; 

Now  is  the  time,  now  is  the  time ; 
Cease,  cease  at  once,  the  good  Spirit  to  grieve 

Now  is  the  time,  is  the  time. 
Trust  in  his  love,  for  that  love  flows  to  thee  ; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone,  trust  and  be  free  ; 
Trust  in  his  grace,  and  his  face  thou  shalt  see  ; 

Now  is  the  time,  is  the  time. 


HYMN  6.   P.M.  8,6,8,6,8,8,8,6. 

1  "'■HKTE'RE  trav'ling  home  to  heaven  above  ; 

▼  ▼       Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 

Millions  have  reach'd  that  bless'd  abode, 

Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  millions  more  are  on  the  road; 

Will  you  go?  Will  you  go? 

2  We*re%oing  to  walk  the  plains  of  light  ; 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
Where  perfect  day  excludes  the  night ; 

Will  you  go  ?"  Will  you  go  ? 
Our  sun  will  there  no  more  go  down, 
In  that  blest  woild  of  great  renown, 
Our  days  of  mourning  past  and  gone; 
I       Will  you  go?  Will  you  go? 

3  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb; 

Will  you  go?  Will  you  go? 
In  rapt'rous  strains  to  praise  his  name ; 

Will  you  go?  Will  you  go? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
6 


APPENDIX. 

The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heav'n  we'll  share  ; 
Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go? 

4  Ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  come  ; 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
My  Father's  house  it  still  has  room  ;    ♦ 

Will  you  go?  Will  you  go?. 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe, 
He'll  give  thy  troubled  conscience  ease  ; 

Come  believe,  O  believe  ! 

5  Come,  O  backslider,  come  away  ; 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
Return  again  to  Christ  and  say  ; 

I  will  go  1  I  will  go! 
Then  he  will  thy  bsxkslidings  heal, 
His  love  again  he  will  reveal, 
And  pardon  on  thy  conscience  seal ; 

Will  you  go?  Will  you  gc  ? 

6  The  way  to  heaven  is  free  for  all ; 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
For  Jew  and  Gentile,  great  and  small ; 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
Make  up  your  mind,  give  God  your  heart, 
With  ev'ry  sin  and  idol  part, 
And  now  for  glory  make  a  start ; 

Come  away!  Come  away  1 

7  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain ; 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again  ; 

Will  you  go?  Will  you  go? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me," 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see  ; 

Will  you  go  ?  Will  yo*  go  * 

8  O,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say  ; 

I  will  go?  I  will  go? 
I'll  start  this  moment,  clear  the  way : 
Let  me  go  ?  Let  me  go  ? 

7 


7-8  APPENDIX. 

My  old  companions,  |are  you  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
I  mean  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell ; 
Let  me  go  ?  Fare  you  well  ? 


.    ■  S '».  ..!■ 

HYMN  7.  P-  M,  7,6,7,7,1*. 

Air:  Thou  know'st  thqf,  I  love  thee. 
J  ~W%  ISE,  rise,  rise  from  thy  mourning ; 
MMj  Light,  light  breaks  from  the  sky; 
•  See,  see  light,  the  day  dawning ; 
Jesus  has  risen  on  high ! 
Rise,  rise,  rise,  rise— Jesus  has  risen  ,on  high  ,2 

2  Come,  come,  sing  to  the  Saviour; 

Love,  love  beams  from  his  eye. 
Haste,  haste,  shine  in  his  favor  ; 

Worship  the  Saviour  on  high. 
Come,  come,  come,  come,  worship  the  Saviour  o$ 

high. 

3  Praise,  praise  yield  him  with  gladness; 

Earth,  earth,  banish  thy  gloom  ; 
Death,  death,  O  where's  thy  sadness  ; 

Jesus  returns  from  the  tomb. 
Praise, praise,  praise,  praise,  Jesus  returns  from  the 

tomb. 

4  Hail !  hail !  christians  adore  him ! 

Here,  here,  a,nthems  we  sing  ; 
There,  there  we'll  dwell  in  glory, 

Eternally  praising  the  King. 
Hail,  hail,  all-hail— Eternally  praising  the  King, 


HYMIV  8.P.M.8,7,8,7.-4j.F.\V. 

Air:  Temperance  Olee. 
FTMHERE  is  a  stream  of  water  free, 
JL    From  th'  house  of  David  flowing ; 
And  on  its  banks  the  balmy  tree, 
Of  life  is  sweetly  growing. 
8 


APPENDIX, 

CHORUS. 
O  then  begin  to  cease  from  sin, 
Each  fallen  son  and  daughter; 
And  bathe  your  souls,  and  be  made  clean, 
In  this  pure  stream  of  water. 

2  This  stream  arose  in  th'  pierced  side, 

Of  Jesus  Christ,  our  Saviour ; 

JVho  on  the  cross,  a  victim  died, 

For  fallen  man's  behaviour. 

O  then  begin  to  cease  S(C 

3  T.his  water's  free  for  you  and  me ; 

Come,  try  its  healing  nature, — 
Jt's  good  for  the  blind  who  cannot  see, 
And  ev'ry  other  creature. 
O  then  begin  to  cease  Sec. 

4  T,he  lame  may  cast  their  staffs  aside — 

O  wondrous  strange  to  hear  it ! — 
And  bathe  their  limbs  in  this  pure  tide, 
And  straightway  they'll  be  healed. 
O  then  begin  to  cease  6fC. 

5  The  deaf  can  here  be  made  to  hear, 

Glad  tidings  of  salvation  ; 
And  spread  abroad,  both  far  and  near, 
Its  fame  to  ev'ry  nation. 
O  then  begin  to  cease  #c. 
,6  The  dumb  may  wash,  and  learn  to  tell 
Its  efiicatious  healing ; 
JJow  sure  it  is,  to  make  one  well, 
And  give  a  heav'nly  feeling. 
O  then  begin  to  cease  cfh. 
J  The  sick  may  bathe,  and  be  made  sound, 
In  less  than  a  single  hour  ; 
The  dead  be  rais'd,  and  th'  lost  be  found, 
By  its  most  marv'Jous  pow'r. 
O  then  begin  to  cease  fa. 
£  Such  are  the  virtues  of  this  stream, 
As  thousands  have  attested ; 
And  thousands  more  it  can  redeeiq, 
If  they  will  also  test  it. 
O  then  begin  to  cease  §•*. 


9  APPENDIX. 

9  Bethesda's  pool  made  bodies  whole, 
But  this  cures  soul  and  body, 
From  sin  and  satan's  dire  control,- 
And  sanctifies  the  godly. 
O  then  begin  to  cease  SfC. 


HYMN  9-  P-  M.  7,  7, 10,  7,  7,  7, 7. 

1  TJTfclD  you  hear  that  Jesus  came  ? 
JU?  Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  came  ? 

Yes  he  came  for  you  and  he  came  for  me, 
And  he  came  for  ev'ry  one  ; 
Yes,  he  came  for  ev'ry  one, 
Yes,  he  came  for  ev'ry  one, 
Yes,  he  came  for  ev'ry  one. 

2  Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  pray'd  ?    :[[: 

Yes,  he  pray'd  for  you  and  he  pray'd  for  me, 
And  he  pray'd  for  ev'ry  one  ; 
Yes,  he  pray'd  for  ev'ry  one,    :||;    :||: 

3  Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  died  ?    :||: 
Yes,  he  died  for  you  and  he  died  for  me, 

And  he  died  for  ev'ry  one  ; 

Yes,  he  died  for  ev'ry  one,    :J|:    :||: 

4  Did  you  hear  that  Jesus  rose  ?    :||: 
Yes!  he  rose  for  you  and  he  rose  for  me, 

And  he  rose  for  ev'ry  one  : 

Yes,  he  rose  for  ev'ry  one,    :|J:    :|j: 

5  Did  you  hear  of  th' christian's  rest?    :|: 
There's  a  rest  for  you  and  a  rest  for  me, 

And  a  rest  for  tiv'ry  one  ; 

Yes,  a  rest  for  ev'ry  one,    :|j;  fcijjj 

6  Did  you  hear  of  th'  starry  crown  ?    :|f: 
There's  a  crown  for  you  and  a  crown  for  me, 

And  a  crown  for  ev'ry  one  ; 

Yes,  a  crown  for  ev'ry  one,    :|j:    :Jf: 

7  Did  you  hear  of  th'  Christian  robe?    :j|: 
There's  a  robe  for  you  and  a  robe  for  me, 

And  a  robe  for  ev\ty  one; 
Yes,  a  robe  for  ev'ry  one,    :||:    :f. 
10 


APPENDIX.  10 

Did  you  hear  of  th'  mansions  on  high  ?    :||: 
There's  a  mansion  for  you  and  a  mansion  for  me, 
And  a  mansion  for  ev'ry  one  , 
Yes,  a  mansion  for  ev'ry  one,    :|f:    :||: 
Did  you  hear  of  th'  kingdom  above  ?    :||: 
There's  a  kingdom  for  you  and  a  kingdom  for  me, 
And  a  kingdom  for  ev'ry  one  ;    :§: 
Yes,  a  kingdom  for  ev'ry  one,    :||:    :||: 


HYMN  10.  P.M.  11,6,11,6,8,8,8,6.  - 

God  is  Love. 

1  miTHAT  sound  is  this  ?  A  song  through  heav'ii 

VV  resounding, 

"God  is  love  !  God  is  love  !" 
And  now  from  earth  I  hear  th'  sound  rebounding, 
God  is  love  !  God  is  love! 
Yes,  while  adoring  hosts  proclaim, 
"Love  is  his  nature,  love  his  name  !" 
My  soul  in  rapture  cries  the  same  : 
"God  is  love !  God  is  love  !" 

2  This  song  repeat,  repeat  ye  saints  in  glory  ! 

God  is  love  J  God  is  love  ! 
And  saints  on  earth  shout  back  the  pleasing  story, 

God  is  love  !  God  is  love  I 
In  this  let  heaV'n  and  earth  agree, 
To  sound  his  love  both  full  and  free, 
And  let  the  theme  for  ever  be, 

God  is  love  !   God  is  love ! 

3  Creation  speaks,  with  thousand  tongues  proclaim- 

God  is  love  !  God  is  love  !  [ing, 

And  Providence  unites  her  voice,  exclaiming, 

God  is  love  !  God  is  love  J 
But  let  the  burden'd  sinner  hear 
The  gospel,  sounding  loud  and  clear, 
To  ev'ry  soul  both  far  and  near, 

God  is  love  !  God  is  love  J 

4  This  heav'nly  love  all  'round1  is  sweetly  flowing, 

God  is  love  1  God  is  love  ! 
And  in  my  heart  the  sacred  fire  is  glowing, 
God  is  love  !  God  is  love  ! 
11 


U  APPENDIX. 

Thai  God  is  love,  I  know  full  well, 

And  had  I  pow'r  his  love  to  tell. 

With  loudest  notes  my  song  should  swell 

God  is  love!  God  is  love! 
5  The  love  of  God  is  now  my  greatest  pleasure, 

God  is  love  !  God  is  love! 
And  while  Hive  1  ask  no  greater  treasure, 

God  is  love  !  God  is  love ! 
This  theme  shall  be  my  song  below, 
And  when  to  glory  I  shall  go, 
This  strain  eternally  shall  flow, 

God  is  love  !  God  is  love! 


HYMN  11     '  •  M.  7,7,7,7,7,7,10,7 

Faith— Hope—  Charity. 
I  "W^ERVENT  pray'r  my  soul  employs, 
JBD    Faith  is  there,  and  doubt  destroys  ; 
Fervent  praise  my  soul  employs, 
Hope  comes  in  and  crowns  my  joys  : 

But  as  first  and  best  to  me, 

Give  me,  give  me  charity  ; 

Spotless  charity— stainless  charity, 

Giv6  me,  give  me,  charity. 
!  Faith  is  my  foundation  stone, 
Hope  her  temple  reais  thereon  ; 
Faith  unfolds  its  mansions  fair, 
Hope  assures  I  shall  get  there : 

But  its  joys  are  not  for  me 

Without  holy  charity  ; 

Give  me  charity— spotless  charity, 

Faith,  and  hope,  and  charity. 
Faith  hath  told  of  bliss  divine, 
Hope  declares  it  shall  be  mine  ; 
Faith  points  on. to  endless  day, 
Hope  attends  me  on  my  way. 

Jesus,  by  thine  agony, 

Faith  and  hope  belong  to  me ; 

But  for  chanty— spotless  charity, 

That  beiongs  to  me  and  thee. 
1%  '     ■ 


APPEHDIX.  12 

4  faith  may  fall,  and  wane  away, 
Charity  can  ne'er  decay ; 

Hope  may  gleam  with  feeble  ray, 
Charity  knows  no  decay : 

Loveliest  of  the  lovely  three 

Still  is  spotless  charity  ; 

Give  me  charity— give  me  charity 

Spotless,  stainless  charity. 

HYMN  12.  P.M.  11,11,11,11,5,11. 

The  altar  of  prayer. 
1  ^kNCE  happy  in  Eden's  primeval  abode, 
%JF  Encircled  with  pleasure,  in  favor  with  God, 
Man  worshiped  as  angels  in  innocence  there, 
Nor  needed  to  bow  at  the  altar  of  pray'r ! 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  sweet,  sweet  pray'r, 
In  Eden  man  needed  no  altar  of  pray'r! 

5  But  since  by  transgression  that  Eden  was  lost, 
God's  favor  was  forfeited,  happiness  cross'd 
The  child  of  mortality,  misery's  heir, 

Man  now  stands  in  need  of  an  altar  of  pray'r  i 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  sweet,  sweet  pray'r, 
Poor  man  stands  in  need  of  an  altar  of  pray'r  f 

3  Sweet  mercy  beheld  us  in  ruin  involv'd, 
And  swift  to  our  rescue  to  come  she  resolv'd ; 
Her  pathway  of  light  broke  the  gloom  of  despair, 
And  here  she  erected  an  altar  of  pray'r ! 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  sweet,  sweet  pray'r. 
For  man  she  erected  an  altar  of  pray'r. 

4  But  Justice  requir'd  that  the  sinner  should  die, 
Unless  an  atonement  could  Mercy  supply, 
Erom  guilt  to  redeem,  and  the  breach  to  repair, 
And  which  might  avail  at  the  altar  of  pray'r. 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  sweet,  sweet  pray'r, 
A  plea  to  avail  at  the  altar  of  pray'r. 

5  The  Son  of  the  Blessed  in  pity  was  mov'd. 

His  life  to  lay  down  for  the  world  that  he  lov'd, 
Incarnate,  our  sins  in  His  body  to  bear, 
And  give  us  access  to  the  altar  of  pray'r. 
13 


i3  APPENDIX. 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  sweet,  sweet  pray'r. 
We  now  have  access  to  the  altar  of  pray'r. 

6  lie  died  for  our  sins,  but  he  rose  from  the  dead, 
Ascended  on  high,  for  us,  sinners,  to  plead, 

At  the  Father's  right  hand,  as  an  advocate  there. 
That  we  may  prevail  at  the  altar  of  pray'r. 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  sweet,  sweet  pray'r, 
Through  Him  we  prevail  at  the  altar  of  pray'r. 

7  For  we  to  the  Father  are  now  reconcil'd 

The  Spirit  bears  witness  that  each  is  his  child, 
Our  strength  to  renew  ev'ry  trial  to  bear, 
And  comfort  our  hearts  at  the  altar  of  pray'r. 

Pray'r,  pray'r,  sweet,  sweet  pray'r. 
He  comforts  our  hearts  at  the  altar  of  pray'r. 

8  Then  let  us  come  boldjy,  and  mercy  implore, 
Our  Jesus  will  pardon,  our  Eden  restore, 
'Till  sanctified  wholly,  his  image  we  bear, 
For  glory  made  meet  at  the  altar  of  pray'r. 

Pray'r,-  pray'r,  sweet,  sweet  pray'r, 
There's  no  place  on  earth  like  the  altar  of  pray'r. 


HYMN  13.    P.  M.  7,7,7,5,7,7,7,5. 

The  Command  obeyed. 
'ARK!  the  Lord  proclaims  his  will : 


H 


Hear,  O  heav'ns,  and  earth  be  still 
Wait,  and  all  his  word  fulfill ; 

God  commands  you— Hear  1 
Let  the  tidings  spread  around, 
Through  the  wide  world's  utmost  bound, 
Till  the  heav'ns  send  back  the  sound 

To  ev'ry  sinner's  ear. 
2  Lo !  He  comes,  the  Christ,  the  Lord, 
God,  the  Son,  th'  incarnate  Word  ; 
Fear'd  in  hell,  in  heav'n  adored— 

Lo !  the  Saviour,  He  ! 
See,  the  banner-cross  unfurl'd ! 
Satan  from  his  throne  is  hurl'd ; 
Pardon  to  a  guilty  world  ; 

Sinner,  'tis  to  thee  ! 
14 


APPENDIX.  14 


3  Captive,  burst  thy  bondage  now I 
Warrior,  break  the  battle-bow ; 
Peace  o'er  all  the  world  shall  flow, 

God  himself  shall  reign  ;— 
Reign  in  mercy,  reign  to  bless, 
Fill  the  world  with  right'ousness, 
Bid  the  curse  forever  cease, 

Dwell  with  man  again  ! 

4  Spread  the  tidings ;  lo !  they  spread ! 
Wake  the  nations  from  the  dead, 
Zion  lifts  her  drooping  head, 

Sees  her  converts  come : 
Lo  !  from  India's  burning  strands— 
Regions  girt  with  icy  bands — 
Crowds  from  all  the  Pagan  lands, 

Hasten !  yet  there's  room ! 

5  Spread  the  tidings  far  and  wide  1 
Darkness  melts  on  every  side ; 
Lo !  'tis  light  at  eventide, 

Glory  is  begun! 
He  who  rules  th'  eternal  throne, 
Claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  ; 
Heav'n  and  earth  are  join'd  in  one ! 

Lo !  'tis  done— 'tis  done ! 


HYMN  14.  P.M.  7,7,7,5,7,7,7,5. 

The  Bible. 

1  jr®IBLE!  hail  thou  book  divine  ! 
MJ&  Heav'nly  truth  and  mercy  shine, 
Speaking  from  each  holy  line, 

And  it  speaks  to  me  ! 
In  this  precious  book  alone, 
God  his  holy  will  makes  known- 
Here  his  love  to  man  is  shown, 

And  his  love  to  me  1 

2  Here  with  sacred  joy  I  trace 
Records  of  redeeming  grace, 
Tidings  joyful  to  our  race,— 

Precious  news  to  me  1 
15 


15  APPENDIX. 

Peerless  Bible !  Here  I  read 
Jesus  did  for  sinners  bleed ! 
O  most  wondrous  love  indeed  I 

Jesus  bled  for  me ! 
3  Hail  thou  source  of  comfort  pure 
To  afflicted  christians  here, 
Hope  of  heaven  rend'ring  sure ! 

Blessed  hope  for  me  1 
Yes,  I  love  thee— may  I  e'er 
Seek  thee  oft  with  faith  and  pray'r, 
Seeing  Christ,  my  Saviour  there, 

Who  has  died  for  me. 


HYMN  15.  P.  M.  7,7,7A 

J  tt    IFT  the  crimson  "ensign"  high  I' 
JLi  Zion,  raise  the  battle  cry  ! 
Puss  the  watchword  "Calvary," 
Through  the  blood-bought  camp. 

2  From  beneath  hell's  legions  roar ; 
From  around  earth's  "aliens"  pour ; 
Rebel  lusts  within  press  sore ; 

Heirs  of  God  fear  not. 

3  Take  ye  "faith's"  protecting  shield, 
The  "Spirit's"  sword  resistless  wield; 
"Girt  with  truth,"  march  to  the  field, 

With  fervent  pray'r. 

4  "Judah's  lion"  guards  your  way, 
God  omnipotent's  your  stay, 
Seraphim,  in  bright  array, 

Fight  for  you  unseen. 

5  Pour  ye  forth  your  souls  in  praise, 
Calv'ry's  God  inspires  your  lays! 
He  hath  still'd  your  enemies, 

And  heav'n  is  in  view. 

6  Yet  one  struggle!— 'tis  the  last- 
Death's  dark  portal  must  be  pass'd ; 
Then  soars  the  soul  to  glory  vast ! 

And  heaven  is  won. 
16 


APPENDIX.  16 

7  What  means  this  triumph  over  death  ? 
Whence  this  blest  reward  of  faith? 
Saints  with  their  last,  Jing'ring  breath, 
Whisper  Jesus'  name. 


HYMN  16.  P-  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  "'ttTES,  the  Redeemer  rose ; 

a     The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 

And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  rais'd  his  conquering  head. 
In  wild  dismay  the  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground  and  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  Worship  at  his  feet ; 
Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way, 
From  realms  of  day  to  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heav'n  they  fly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear ; 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air! 

Their  anthems  say,  "Jesus  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead ;  he  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe,  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported  cry,  "Jesus  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 

5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood! 
Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 

With  thee  we  rise,  With  thee  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain  beyond  the  skies, 

-17  B 


18  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  17.  P,  M.  8,7,8,7,8,7,12,*©. 

1  TfJT  AIL  the  day  so  long  expected, 
JtM.  Hail  the  year  of  full  release  ; 
Zion's  walls  are  now  erected, 

And  her  watchman  publish  peace. 
Through  the  Shiloh's  wide  dominion, 
Hear  the  trumpet  loudly  roar— 

Babylon  is  fallen,  is  fallen,  is  fallen, 

Babylon  is  fallen,  to  rise  no  mprp. 

2  All  her  merchants  stand  with  wonder, 

What  is  this  that  comes  to  pass; 
Murmuring  like  the  distant  thunder, 

Crying,  Oh!  alas,  alas! 
Swell  the  sound  ye  kings  and  nobles, 

Priests  and  people,  rich  and  poor, 
Babylon,  S;p. 

3  Sing  aloud  ye  heav'nly  choir, 

Shout  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb; 
See  the  city  all  on  fife, 

How  it  sinks  beneath  the  flame. 
Now  the  day  of  compensation. 

On  the  mystic  church  with  gore. 

Babylon,  S[t. 

4  Blow  the  trumpet  in  mount  Zion, 

Christ  will  come  the  second  lime  ; 
Ruling  with  a  rod  of  iron, 

All  who  now  as  foes  combine. 
Babel's  garments  we've  rejected  ; 

And  our  fellowship  is  o'er. 

Babylon,  S(e. 


HYMN  18,  P.M.  11,11,11,11,5,11, 

AN  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
1  wander'ed  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures 
to  trace, 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  1  continu'd  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas!  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
O  Saviour !  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 
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APPENDIX.  19 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have'seen  fade  away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay, 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  giv'n, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heav'n. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home, 

3  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms ; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home  !  - 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

4  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies,  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view, 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heav'n,  sweet  heaven,  my  home, 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

0  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home! 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will  say, 
"Well  done  faithful  servant,sit  down  on  my  throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home. 
C  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more ; 
There  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heav'n's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 


HYMN  19-  P-  M.  6,6,4.6,6,6,4. 

1  ^lOME,  all  ye  saints  of  God  ! 
^_y  Wide  through  the  earth  abroad, 

Spread  Jesus'  fame : 
Tell  what  his  love  has  done ; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone, 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 
'  Worthy  the  Lamb !' 
19 


21  APPENDIX. 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears; 

Swell  the  glad  theme: 
Praise  ye  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

'Worthy  the  Lamb  !' 

3  Hark — how  the  choirs  above, 
Fill'd  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  his  name!— 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crown'd, 
While  all  the  heav'ns  resound, 

'Worthy  the  Lamb!' 


HYMN  20.  P.  M.  6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

1  1%/HTY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
XtJI  Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary; 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray  ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
Oh!  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine. 
3  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire, 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  !  may  I  live  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 
A  living  fire. 


HYMN"  21.  P.M.  12,12,12,12. 

1  "ff^ROM  the  regions  of  love,  lo!    an  angel  de- 
JT      scended, 

And  told  the  strange  news  how  the  babe  was  at- 
tended ; 
Go,  shepherds,  and  visit  this  wonderful  stranger, 
With  wonder  and  joy  see  your  God  in  a  manger. 
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APPENDIX.  22 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  obtain' d  our  redemp*  , 

tion, 
We'll  praise  him   evermore,  when  we  pass  over , 
Jordan.  / 

2  Glad  tidings  I  bear  to  you  and  each  nation  ; 
Glad  tidings  of  joy,  now  behold  your  salvation. 
When  sudden  a  multitude  raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer,  while  heaven  rejoices. 
Hallelujah,  $c. 
8  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given, 
Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echo'd  through  heaven  : 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation  and  glory. 
Hallelujah,  $-c. 

4  Enraptur'd  I  burn  with  delight  and  desire  ; 
A  love  so  divine  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire  ; 
Around  the  bright  throne  now  hosannahs  are  ring- 
ing, .  . 

O  when  shall  I  join  them,  and  be  ever  singing!  ' 
Hallelujah,  $c. 

5  Triumphantly  ride  in  thy  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  love  O,  Jesus,  all  glorious  ! 
Thy  banner  unfurl,  bid  the  nations  surrender, 
And  own  Thee  their  Saviour,  their  king  and  de- 

Hallelujah,  Sfc.  [fender. 


HYMN  22.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,7,7,7,1 

1  "gJ|OLY  GHOST,  dispel  our  sadness, 
Jtl  Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night: 
Come,  thou  source  of  sweetest  gladness, 

Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light ! 
Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
Great  distributor  of  grace, 

Rest  upon  this  congregation  ! 

Hear,  O  hear  our  supplication. 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend  : 
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23  APPENDIX. 

Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 
Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 
O  thou  Glory,  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Grant  us  thy  illumination  ! 
Rest  upon  this  congregation. 

3  Come,  thou  best  of  all  donations 
God  can  give,  or  we  implore  ; 

Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 
We  need  wish  for  nothing  more  ; 

Come,  with  unction  ahd  with  pow'r; 

On  our  souls  thy  graces  show'r  ; 
Author  of  the  new  creation, 
Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation. 


HYMN  23.  P.  M.  8,8,8,8,8, 

1  A     FEW  more  days  of  grief  and  wo  ; 
jfm.  A  few  more  suffering  scenes  below  ; 
And  then  to  glory  we  shall  go, 

Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

2  Who  then  will  march  to  win  the  prize 
And  take  the  kingdom  in  the  skies, 
Where  joy  and  friendship  never  dies, 
But  always  reigns  in  paradise — 

We'll  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

3  Come  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 
Say,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me — 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see 

And  praise  the  Lord  eternally, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

4  Those  beaut'ous  fields  of  living  green 
By  faith,  our  telescope,  are  seen  ; 
While  Jordan's  billows  roll  between, 
We  soon  shall  cross  the  narrow  stream, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 
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.     APPENDIX.  24 

5  The  rose  aiVd  !ily  there  will  stand 
In  beaut'ous  rows  at  God's  right  hand  ; 
O,  how  1  long  for  Canaan's  land, 
To  join  that  holy,  happy  band, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


HYMN  24.  P.M.  6,4,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

i  g\  CARELESS  sinners,  come, 
^y  Pray  now  attend, 
This  world  is  not  your  home, 

It  soon  wirTend ; 
Jehovah  calls  aloud, 
Forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd; 
Pursue  the  rodjd-to  God, 

And  happy  be. 
&  How  many  calls  you've  had! 

God  calls  again  : 
How  can  you:  be  so  bad, 

So  full  of  sin, 
As  to  refuse  that  voice, 
Which  calls  you  to  rejoice, 
In  making  heaven  your  choice, 

And  shun iii'ng  hell  ? 

3  I  look  on  you  again, 

And  hoping,  say, 
Why  won't  you  leave  your  Bin, 

And  come  away, 
From  Satan's  cruel  pow'r, 
And  live  forevermore, 
And  bless  the  joyful  hour 

That  life  begun  ? 

4  All  hail !  we  welcome,  then'. 

Your  happy  flight 
From  Kedar's^jenls  of  srh 

To  glory-Bright ; 
We'll  travel  on  with  you', 
And  bid  this  world  adieu, 
A'nd  endless  joys  pursue, 

Till  all  is  ours. 
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26  APPENDIX. 

5  There  we  will  range  around 

The  blissful  plains, 
Where  pleasure  has  no  bound, 

And  glory  reigns  ; 
We'll  fall  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Where  joys  are  all  complete, 
And  blissful  raptures  meet, 

Forevermore. 


HYMN  25.  P-  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

1  *»THAT  contradictions  meet    * 

ww      In  ministers'  employ! 
It  is  a  bitter  sweet, 
A  sorrow  full  of  joy  : 
No  other  post  affords  a  place 
For  equal  honour,  or  disgrace  ! 

2  Who  can  describe  the  pain 

Which  faithful  preachers  feel ; 
Constraint  to  speak  in  vain 
To  hearts  as  hard  as  steel ! 
Or  who  can  tell  the  pleasure  felt, 
When  stubborn  hearts  begin  to  melt  ? 

3  The  Saviour's  dying  love, 

The  soul's  amazing  worth; 
Their  utmost  efforts  move. 

And  draw  their  bowels  forth : 
They  pray  and  strive,  their  rest  departs, 
Till  Christ  be  form'd  in  sinners'  hearts. 


HYMN  26.  P.M.  8,8,6,4,6. 

1  rf^iOME  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
\y  Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus,  just  now, 

Just  now,  just  now. 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 

2  He  is  calling,  he  is  calling,  &c. 

3  Come  poor  sinner,  come  poor  sinner,  &c. 

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APPENDIX.  27 

4  Come  my  neighbours,  come  my  neighbours,  &c. 

5  God  is  waiting,  God  is  waiting,  &c. 

0  Christ  is  pleading,  Christ  is. pleading,  &c. 

7  Get  religion,  get  religion,  &c. 

8  Do  not  linger,  do  not  linger,  &c. 

9  Christ  may  leave  you,  Christ  may  leave  you,  &c. 

10  Give  up  your  all,  give  up  your  all,  &c. 

11  Time  is  flying,  time  is  flying,  &c. 

12  Pray  on  brethren,  pray  on  brethren,  &c. 


HYMI2T.   P.M.7*s. 

1  m*Y  Bible  leads  to  glory  ; 
1TJL  My  Bible  leads  to  glory, 
My  Bible  leads  to  glory, 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

CHORUS. 

Sing  on,  pray  on,  ye  followers  of  Tmmanuel, 
Sing  on,  pray  on,  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

2  Religion  makes  me  happy, 
Religion  makes  me  happy, 
Religion  makes  me  happy, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 

3  King  Jesus  is  my  Captain, 
King  Jesus  is  my  Captain, 
King  Jesus  is  my  Captain, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4  I'm  fighting  for  a  kingdom, 
I'm  fighting  for  a  kingdom, 
I'm  fighting  for  a  kingdom, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 

5  There  we  shall  live  forever, 
There  we  shall  live  forever, 
There  we  shall  live  forever, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 

25 


$9  APPENDIX. 

Hfm  28.  P.  M.  il,iU*,ii, 

J  W  WOtTLt)  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
JL  Where  storm  after  storm  rises  o'er  the  dark.way; 
The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here,  ' 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway;  no,  welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God  ? 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 


HYMN  29-  P.M.7s&6s, 

1  TT^ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
Jit        From  India's  coral  strand 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes- 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle— 
Though  ev'ry  prospects  pleases, 

And  orily  man  is  vile  ! 
In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness, 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  Whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  light  deny  ?— 
Salvation  !  oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation, 

Ha's  learnt  Messiah's  namev 
36 


APPENDIX.  30 


4  Waft,  Waft  ye  winds,  the  story  ; 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransora'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 


HYMN  30.  P.  M.  6,6,6,6,7,7. 

1  T"kOWN  from  the  willow  bough 
MJr    My  slumb'ring  harp  I'll  take, 
And  bid  its  silent  strings 

To  heav'nly  themes  awake. 
Peaceful  let  its  breathings  be, 
Soft  and  soothing  harmony. 

2  Love,  Love  divine,  I  sing, 

O,  for  a  seraph's  lyre  ! 
Bath'd  iu  Silons  stream, 
,  And  touch'd  with  living  fire  ; 
Lofty,  pure  the  strain  should  be, 
When  I  sing  of  calvary. 

3  Love,  love  on  earth  appears ! 

My  soul,  O,  haste  away  ! 
Christ  beareth  all  thy  griefs, 

And  wipes  thy  tears  away : 
Soft  and  sweet  the  strain  should  be, 
Saviour,  when  I  sing  of  Thee. 

4  He  saw  roe  as  he  pass'd, 

In  hopeless  sorrow  lie, 
Condemned  and  doom'd  to  death, 

And  no  salvation  nigh: 
Loud  and  long  the  strain  should  be 
When  I  sing  his  love  for  me. 

5  l' I  die  for  thee,"  he  said — 
J    Behold  the  cross  arise ! 

And  lo  !  He  bows  his  head — 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies! 
Soft,  my  harp,  thy  breathings  be, 
Let  me  weep  on  Calvary. 
27 


31  APPENDIX. 

6  He  lives  !  again  He  lives  ! 

I  hear  the  voice  of  love — 
He  comes  to  sooth  my  fears, 

And  draw  my  soul  above. 
Joyful  now  the  strain  shall  be, 
When  T  sing  of  Calvary. 


HYMN  31.  P.  M.  7,5,7,5,4,7,7,4. 

I  "irirASTE  thee,  sinner,  haste  away, 
BLM-  Vengeance  is  at  hand! 
From  destruction  quickly  flee, 
Flee  at  God's  command  : 
Nor  more  inquire. 
l,o  !  the  city's  doom  is  sealed  ; 
Wrath  from  heav'n  shall  be  reveal'd 
In  liquid  fire. 
y  Haste  thee,  sinner,  haste  away 
From  the  overwhelming  rain! 
Break  at  once  thy  long  delay, 
Stay  not  in  the  plain  ! 
In  threatening  form, 
See  the  clouds  above  thy  head, 
All  around  their  folds  are  spread 
O.  flee  the  storm  ! 

3  Haste  thee,  sinner,  haste  away, 

Ere  the  tempest  falls! 
Now  the  warning  voice  obey, 
While  the  Spirit  calls  : 
For  refuge  fly. 
In  the  fate  of  Sodom  see, 
What  may  quickly  come  to  thee  ; 
Why  wilt  thou  die? 

4  Haste  thee,  sinner,  haste  away, 

While  'tis  mercy's  hour  ; 
Harden  not  thy  heart  to-day, 
Through  the  tempter's  pow'r  ; 
O,  turn  and  live. 
Jesus  is  thy  hiding-place, 
Flee  to  him  and  trust  his  grace  ; 
Ele  will  foigive. 
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APPENDIX.  33 

HYMN  32.  P-M.  8,8,8,8,8,5. 

gni  O,  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 
%Jf  How  near  thine  hour  may  be ; 
Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 

May  toll  its  notes  for  thee  : 
Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way  • 
Frail  child  of  dust !  go,  watch  and  pray. 
Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  care, 

Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high  ? 
Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair, 

Dilate  before  thine  eye? 
Soon  these  must  change— must  pass  away; 
Frail  child  of  dust !  go,  watch  and  pray. 
Thou  aged  man!  life's  wintry  storm 

Hath  sear'd  thy  vernal  bloom  ; 
With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 

Thou'rt  bending  o'er  the  tomb: 
And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray? 
Go,  weary  pilgrim!  watch  and  pray. 
Ambition,  stop  thy  panting  breath! 

Pride,  sink  thy  lifted  eye  ! 
Behold  the  caverns  dark  with  death, 

Before  you  open  lie  : 
The  heav'nly  warning  now  obey; 
Yi  sons  of  pride  !  go,  watch  and  pray. 


HYMN  33.  P-  M.  7,7,8,8. 

MY  brother  I  wish  you  well, 
My  brother  I  wish  you  well, 
When  my  Lord  calls  I  trust  I  shall 
Be  mention'd  in  the  promis'd  land, 
CHORUS. 
Be  mention'' d  in  the  promised  land, 
Be  mention'd  in  the  promis'd  land, 
When  my  Lord  calls  I  trust  I  shall 
Be  mentioned  in  the  promis'd  land. 
My  sister  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 
iViy  ft  ther  J  wish  you  well,  &c. 
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.$5  APPENDIX. 

4  Sfy  motbe*  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 

5  My  neighbours  I  wish  you  well,  &c 
G  My  pastor  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 

7  Young  converts  1  wish  you  well,  &c. 

8  Poor  sinner  I  wish  you  well,  &c. 


r 


HYMN  34.  S.  M.  6,6,8,6. 


To  save  us  from  our  sin, 
And  kindly  teach  us  to  repent, 
We  should  at  once  begin. 

2  He  says  he  loves  to  see 

A  broken  hearted  one ; 
He  loves  that  sinners,  such  as  we, 
Should  mourn  for  what  we've  done. 

3  "Fis  not  enough  to  say, 

'We're  sorry,  and  repent,' 
Yet  still  go  on  from  day  to  day, 
Just  as  we  always  went. 

4  Repentance  is,  to  leave 

The  sins  we  lov'd  before, 
And  show  that  we  in  earnest  grieve, 
By  doing  so  no  more. 

5  Lord  makes  us  thus  sincere, 

To  watch  as  well  as  pray; 
However  small,  however  dear, 
Take  all  our  sins  away. 

6  And  since  the  Saviour  came, 

To  make  us  turn  from  sin, 
With  holy  grief  and  humble  shame 
We  would  at  once  begin. 

HYMN  35.  CM.  8,6,8,6. 

1    "JTESUS  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget ; 
«JP    And  never  bring  to  mind, 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find  ? 
30 


APPENDIX,  3i5 

CHORUS. 

Our  sprrjows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee— alone  on  thee: 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransora  paid — 

Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

3  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  pray'r ; 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapours  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair  ? 

Our  sorrows,  8(C. 
,3  Gethseinane,  can  we  forget 
Thy  struggling  agony— 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee? 
Our  sorrows.  8(C. 

4  Can  we  the  platted  crown  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame, 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 
And  earth  revil'd  tby  name  ? 
Our  sovrows,  8(C. 

5  The  nails— the  spear— can  we  forget ; 

The  agonizing  cry — 
"My  God  !  my  Father!  wilt  thou  Jet 
J'hy  Son  forsaken  die?" 

Our  sorrows,  8fC 
i  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget — 
Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 
But  He,  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 

Our  sorrows,  S(C. 


CHORUS. — Canaan's  happy  shore. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  to  meet  to  part  no  more. 

To  meet  to  part  no  more,  on  Canaan's  happy  shore  ; 
'Tis  there  we'll  meet  at  Jesus'  feet,  shall  meet  to 

part  no  more. 

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36  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  36.  P.  M.  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8,  8,  6. 

The  Cross  of  Christ. 

1.  -[JEHOLD !  behold  the  Lamb  of  God ! 
J£5  On  the  Cross,  on  the  Cross ! 
He  sheds  for  us  his  precious  blood, 

On  the  Cross,  on  the  Cross ! 
Oh!  hear  his  all  importa«t  cry, 
"Eli,  lama  sabachthahi;" 
Draw  near  and  see  your  Saviour  die 

On  the  Cross,  On  the  Cross ! 

2.  Behold  his  arms  extended  wide,  on  the,  &c. 
Behold  his  bleeding  hands  and  side,  On  the,  &c, 
The  sun  withholds  his  rays  of  light, 

The  heavens  are  clothed  in  shades  of  night, 
While  Jesps  doth  with  devils  fight,  On'  the,  &c. 

3.  Come,  sinners,  see  him  lifted  up,  On  the,  &c. 
For  you  he  drinks  the  bitter  cup,  On  the,  &c. 
The  rocks  do  rend,  the  mountains  quake, 
While  Jesus  doth  atonement  make, 

While  Jesus  sutlers  for  our  sake,  On  the,  &c. 

4.  And  now  the  mighty  deed  is, done,  On  the,  &c. 
The  battle's  fought,  the  victory's  won,  On  the^tc, 
To  heaven  he  turns  his  languid  eyes, 

"  'Tis  finished,"  now  the  Conqueror  cries, 
Then  bows  his  sacred  head  and  dies,  On  the,  &c. 

5.  Where'er  I  go  I'll  tell  the  story,  Of  the,  &c. 

Of  nothing  else  my  soul  shall  glory,  Save  the,  &c. 
Yea,  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be 


Through  time  and  in  eternity, 


That  Jesus  tasted  death  for  me,  On  the,  &c. 


Let  every  mourner  rise  and  cling,  To  the,  &c. 

Let  every  Christian  come  and  sing,  Round  the,  &c 

There  let  the  preacher  take  his  stand, 

And  with  the  Bible  in  his  hand, 

Declare  the  triumphs  through  the  land,  Of  the,  &c 

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40 

*u  APPENDIX. 

BM^40.pm 

7%e  Crucifixion. 

^     Christ  was  born  in  Bethlehem 

Christ  was  born  in  Beth  S'- 
And  m  a  manger  laid,      enem>- 
And  in  a  manger  laid, 
And  m  a  manger  laid, 
Christ  was  born  in  Bethlehem 
And  m  a  manger  laid.      enem» 

2.  His  life  was  our  example, 

His  death  our  only  hope,  &c. 

3.  Peter  he  denied  him, 

And  sadly  he  did  weep,  &c. 

4'  JUwS^he  ^etrayed  him, 
With  a  deceitful  kiss,  &c. 


APPENDIX. 

5.  The  Jews  they  crucified  hifn, 

,And  nailed  him  to  the  cross,  &c. 

6.  Joseph  begg'd  his  body, 

/    And  laid  it  in  the  tomb,  &c. 

7.  Mary  came  a  weeping, 

To  see  her  loving  Lord,  &c. 

8.  Down  came  a  shining  angel 

And  roll'd  away  the  stone,  &c. 

9.  Christ  rose  again  triumphant, 

And  conquered  death  and  hell,  &c 

10.  Go  tell  John  and  Peter, 

I'm  risen  from  the  dead,  &c. 

11.  Shout!  shout!  the  victory, 

We're  on  our  journey  home,  &c. 


HYMtf41.P.M.7,7,7,4. 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb." 

1    -WttTORTHY,  worthy  is  the  Lamb ! 
▼  ▼       Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb! 
Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
That  once  was  slain ! 
Chorus—  Olory !  —Hallelujah  ! 

'    Praise  him  !— Hallelujah  I 
Glory !— Hallelujah  ! 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 

2.  Bend  thy  bow  and  whet  thy  sword, 
Send  thy  Spirit  with  thy  word  ; 
Now  revive  thy  work,  O  Lord ! 

Thou  bleeding  Lamb  \— Glory,  ye, 

3.  In  this  place  and  at  this  hour, 
Bare  thy  arm,  display  thy  pow  r, 
Show  thyself  the  Conqueror, 

Thou  reigning  Lamb  !— Glory,  (jfc. 

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2  APPENDIX. 

4.  Stars  of  morning,  shout  for  joy ! 
Sing  redemption's  mystery ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  cry- 
Praise  ye  the  Lord ! — Olory,  <f-c. 

5.  Strike  the  stoutest  sinner  through, 
Force  the  cry  ;  "  What  shall  I  do  V* 
Let  him  weep,  till  born  anew, 

To  praise  the  Lord,— Glory,  $c. 

6.  And  when  landed  safe  above, 
In  the  kingdom  of  his  love, 
We  shall  all  the  fullness  prove 

Of  Christ  the  Lamb.— Glory,  8fc. 


HYUII*  43.  p- M- 13>  13>  12> 9- 

The  Contrast. 

1HAVE  sought  round  the  verdant  earth,  for  un- 
fading joy; 
I  have  tried  ev'ry  source  of  mirthj  but  all,  all  will 
cloy. 
Lord,  bestow  on  me  grace  to  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
Thine  the  praise  shall  be,  mine,  mine,  the  joy. 

I  have  wander'd  in  mazes  dark,  of  doubt  and  dis- 
tress ; 

I  have  had  not  a  kindling  spark  my  spirit  to  bless ; 
Cheerless  unbelief  filled  my  laboring  soul  with 
grief: 

What  shall  give  relief— what  shall  give  peace  1 

I  then  turn'd  to  thy  Gospel,  Lord,  from  folly  away ; 
I  then  trusted  thy  holy  word,that  taught  me  to  pray; 
Here  I  found  release, weary  spirit  here  found  rest, 
Hope  of  endless  bliss— eternal  day. 

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APPENDIX.  43 

4.  I  will  praise  now  my  heavenly  King,  I'll  praise  and 
adore ; 
The  heart's  richest  tribute  bring,  to  Thee,  God  of 
power ; 
And  in  heaven  above,  saved  by  thy  redeeming 
love, 
Loud  the  strains  shall  move,  for  evermore. 


HYMM  43-  p- M- 10>  10»  13> 10- 

*•  npiHERE  is  a  happy  land,  far,  far  away, 

JL      Where  saints  in  glory  stand,  bright,  bright 

as  day. 
O !  how  they  sweetly  sing, 

Worthy  as  our  Saviour  king, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 
For  evermore. 


2.  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away. 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand  1 

Why  still  delay  ? 
O !  we  shall  happy  be, 

When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest  evermore. 


3.  Bright  in  the  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
0 !  then  to  glory  run. 

Be  a  crown,  and  kingdom  won 
And  bright  above  the  sun. 

Reign  evermore. 

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{  APPENDIX. 

'HYMN  44-  p* M- 4  lines>  u's- 

Christ  in  the  Garden. 

WHILE  Nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to 
rest, 
The  last  beams  of  day-light  shone  dim  in  the  west 
O'er  fields,  by  the  moonlight,  to  lonely  retreat, 
In  deep  meditation,  I  wandered  my  feet. 
hokus. — All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree, 

And  purchas'd  salvation,  for  you  and  for  me. 

While  passing  a  garden,  I  paused  to  hear 

A  voice,  faiot  and  falt'ring,  from  one  that  was 

there ; 
The  voice  of  the  mourner  affected  my  heart, 
While  pleading  in  anguish,  the  poor  sinner's  part 

In  off 'ring  to  heaven  his  pitying  pray'r, 
He  spake  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must  bear ; 
His  life,  as  a  ransom,  he  offered  to  give, 
That  sinners,  redeemed,  in  glory  might  live. 

I  listened  a  moment,  then  turned  to  see 
What  man  of  compassion  this  stranger  could  be  ; 
When,  lo!  I  discover'd,  knelt  on  the  cold  ground, 
The  loveliest  being  that  ever  was  found. 

His  mantle  was  wet  with  the  dews  of  the  night, 
His  locks,  by  pale  moon-beams,  were  glist'ning 

and  bright, 
His  eyes,  bright  like  diamonds,  to  heaven  were 

rais'd ; 
While  angels,  in  wonder,  stood  round  him  amaz'd. 

So  deep  were  his  sorrows,  so  fervent  his  prayers, 
That  down  o'er  his  bosom  roU'd  sweat,  blood  and 

tears ! 
I  wept  to  behold  him,  and  asked  his  name ; 
He  answered,  'tis  JE3U3  ; — from  heaven  I  came. 

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APPENDIX.  45 

.  I  am  thy  Redeemer,  for  thee  I  must  die  ; 
The  cup  is  moat  painful,  but  cannot  pass  by ; 
Thy  sins,  like  a  mountain,  are  laid  upon  me, 
And  all  this  deep  anguish,  I  sull'er  for  thee. 

8.  I  heard,  with  attention,  the  tale  of  his  woe, 
While  tears,  like  a  fountain  of  waters  did  flow  ; 
The  cause  of  his  sorrows,  to  hear  him  repeat, 
Affected  my  heart,  and  I  fell  at  his  feet. 

9.  I  trembled  with  horror,  and  loudly  did  cry, 
"Lord  !  save  a  poor  sinner,  Oh !  save,  or  I  die  ;'* 
He  smiled  when  he  saw  me,  and  said  to  me  "  Live  , 
Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  I  freely  forgive  !" 

10.  How  sweet  was  that  moment,  he  bade  me  rejoice ! 
His  smiles,0  how  pleasant !  how  cheering  his  voice ! 
I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad  ; 

I  shouted  Salvation  :  Oh,  glory  to  God! 

11.  I'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above  ; 
My  soul's  full  of  glory,  of  peace,  light,  and  love ; 
I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayer,  and  the  tears, 
Of  that  loving  stranger,  that  banished  my  fears. 

12.  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around,  [sound  j 
When  Gabriel,  descending,  the  trumpet  shall 
My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  shall  rise, 

To  gaze  on  the  stranger,  with  unclouded  eyes. 


HYMN  4&-  P.  M.  7's  &  6's. 

Buy  the  Truth. 

C>4  O  thou  in  life's  fair  morning, 
jg     Go,  in  thy  bloom  of  youth, 
And  buy  for  thy  adorning, 
The  precious  pearl  of  truth. 

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46  APPENDIX. 

Secure  this  heavenly  treasure, 
And  bind  it  on  thy  heart, 

And  let  no  worldly  pleasure 
E'er  cause  it  to  depart, 

2.  Go,  while  the  day-star  shineth, 

Go,  while  thy  heart  is  light, 
Go,  ere  thy  strength  declineth, 

While  every  sense  is  bright. 
Sell  all  thou  hast  and  buy  it, 

'Tis  worth  all  earthly  things- 
Rubies,  and  gold,  and  diamonds, 

Sceptres,  and  crowns  of  kings. 

3.  Go,  ere  the  cloud  of  sorrow, 

Steal  o'er  the  bloom  of  youth ; 
Defer  not  till  to-morrow, 

Go  now  and  buy  the  Truth, 
Go,  seek  thy  great  Creator, 

Learn  early  to  be  wise ; 
Go,  place  upon  the  altar, 

A  morning  sacrifice. 


V 


HlTUirtf  46.  p-  M-  4 lines,  ll's.  J.  F.  W. 

The  Convert's  Farewell. 

1.  rTP°  a]l  the  vain  pleasures  of  Earth's  dreary  life, 
.     M.     To  sin,  and  its  snares,  and  its  natural  strife  ; 

To  sinful  companions  the  words  I  must  tell ; 
I'm  following  Jesus — so  friends,  fare-you-well. 
Chorus — Farewell,  my  companions,  I  bid  you  adieu— 
I'm  following  Jesus— Oh  come  along  too. 

2.  In  folly  and  sinning  I  long  took  delight — 

I  knew  all  the  while  1  was  not  doing  right; 
I  turn'd  a  deaf  ear  to  the  offers  of  grace, 
Tjjl  Jesus  unveiled  his  beauteous  face. 

Farewell.  Sre 

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APPENDIX.  47 

J.  Then  wept  I  and  pray'd  o'er  my  sin  and  my  guilt, 
That  I  had  caus'd  Jesus'  blood  to  be  spilt, 
Oh,  "  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved  !"  was  my  cry— 
"  Lord,  save,  or  I  perish— Lord,  save,  or  I  die  I" 
Farewell,  8{C. 

.  He  look'd  and  he  pitied,  and  softly  replied  ; 
"  For  you  I  have  suffer' d,  for  you  I  have  died ; 
"Your  sins,  which  are  many,  I  now  all  forgive ; 
44  Go  forth  sin  no  more,  and  my  blessings  receive." 
Farewell,  Sfc. 

.  I  rose  from  my  weeping,  and  laugh'd  in  its  stead  5 
My  soul  was  so  happy,  I  nothing  did  heed — 
'Twas  Jesus  my  Saviour  and  Jesus  my  friend — 
All  glory  to  Him,  from  beginning  to  end. 

Farewell,  SfC. 


HYMN  47.  P.  m.  12, 12, 12, 12. 

WHEN  the  last  trumpet's  sound  shakes  the 
earth  all  around, 
Then  the  saints  shall  arise  and  ascend  to  the  skies, 
There  to  see  Him  who  died,  with  his  glorious  bride, 
And  to  praise  him  forever  by  Immanuel's  side. 
hokus — Hallelujah  to  Jesus — again  and  again  ! 

J    We'll  praise  him  forever — amen  and  amen  ! 
•    To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain,  but  that  liveth 
again, 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah !  forever !  he  reigns  I 

There  the  Patriarchs  all,  and  the  Prophets  great 

and  small, 
In  one  company  join  singing  praises  divine, 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain,  but  has  risen  again, 
And  ascended  to  heaven  in  triumph  to  reign. 

The  Apostolic  bands  with  their  uplifted  hands 
Give  to  Jesus  the  praise  of  Salvation  by  Grace  ; 

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18  APPENDIX. 

While  the  Martyrs  that  bled,  shall  have  crowns  on 

their  head, 
And  from  glory  to  glory  by  Jesus  be  led. 

I.  Now  array'd  all  in  white  Saints  and  Angels  unite, 
And  in  ecstacy  gaze  on  the  '  Ancient  of  Days,' 
In  melodious  lays  all  their  voices  they  raise, 
And  all  heaven  is  filled  with  ImmanuePs  praise. 

>.  Now  redemption  they  sing  to  their  glorious  king ; 
All  their  voices  they  raise  while  the  Angels  sing 

praise — 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  but  has  risen  again 
Hallelujah !    Hallelujah !  forever  I  he  reigns ! 


ITOI]V48.p-M-10>9,io,  7,10, 10,10, 7. 

When  I  am  Gone. 

•  C«HED  not  a  tear  °'er  y°ur  friend's  early  bier, 
»S    When  I  am  gone— when  I  am  gone- 
Smile  if  the  slow  tolling  bell  you  should  hear, 

When  I  am  gone— I  am  gone. 
Weep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  round  my  grave  ; 
Think  who  has  died  his  beloved  to  save ; 
Think  of  the  crown  all  the  ransomed  shall  have, 

When  I  am  gone— I  am  gone. 

'  Shed  not  a  tear  when  you  stand  round  my  grave, 
When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 

Sing  a  sweet  song  unto  him  who  doth  save, 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

Sing  to  the  Lamb  who  on  earth  once  was  slain  ; 

Sing  to  the  Lamb  who  in  heaven  doth  reign  ; 

Sing  till  the  world  shall  be  filled  with  his  name  ; 
When  I  am  gone— I  am  gone. 

.  Plant  ye  a  tree  which  may  wave  over  me, 
When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 
Sing  ye  a  song  if  my  grave  you  should  see, 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

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APPENDIX.  49 

Come  at  the  cose  of  a  bright  summer  day  ; 
Come  when  the  sun  sheds  its  last  ling'ring  ray  ; 
Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  pass'd  away, 
When  I  am  gone— I  am  gone. 


HYMItf  49.  p-  M-  8  lines,  8's. 

Cfimp  Meeting. 

1.  "WT^NCAMP'D  in  thy  presence  dear  Lord, 
JCi    We  wait  thy  salvation  to  see, 

-    The  woods  shall  re-echo  the  praise 
Of  Him  who  hath  suffered  for  me. 
The  hills,  and  the  rocks,  and  the  floods, 
Shall  vocal  become  with  thy  name, 
And  sinners  brought  home  to  their  Lord, 
His  power  and  glory  proclaim. 

2.  The  bones  in  the  valley  are  dry,     • 
Yet  Lord  we  believe  they  may  live, 
Breathe  on  them  Thou  spirit  of  power, 
Immortal  vitality  give. 

Enthron'd  on  the  wings  of  the  wind, 
Lo  Jesus  comes  flying  abroad, 
He  breathes,  and  a  shaking  is  heard, 
He  speaks,  and  to  life  they're  restor'd. 

3.  The  day  of  Salvation  is  come, 
Ye  ransom'd  in  Jesus  rejoice, 
Ye  feeble  on  Jesus  repose, 

Ye  silent  ones  lift  up  your  voice, 
Ye  Angels  who  hover  around, 
Ye  spirits  from  bondage  set  free, 
Come  help  us  his  love  to  proclaim, 
Who  suffer'd  and  groan'd  on  the  tree. 

4.  The  stammering  tongue  he  hath  loos'd, 
I'll  praise  Him,  assist  me  to  praise, 
My  soul  and  my  body  are  thine, 

My  time,  and  my  talents,  and  days. 

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50  APPENDIX. 

Dear  Jesus  if  more  I  possess'd, 
With  joy  I  the  whole  would  resign, 
■>  These  mites  in  thy  mercy  accept, 
And  seal  me  eternally  thine. 


HTOIIV  50.  p- M-  6>  5>  6>  5- 

Lovely  Morning. 

1.  np|HE  last  lovely  morning, 

JB.  All  blooming  aud  fair ; 
Is  fast  onward  fleeting, 
And  soon  will  appear; 
While  the   mighty,  mighty,  mighty  trumpet  satin 

come,  come  away, 
O  !  let  us  be  ready  to  hail  the  glad  day. 

2.  And  when  that  bright  morning 

In  splendor  shalf  dawn, 
Our  tears  will  be  ended, 
Our  sorrows  all  gone  ; 
While  the  mighty,  S^c. 
'•a 

3.  The  Bridegroom  from  glory 

To  earth  shall  descend ; 
Ten  thousand  bright  angels 
Around  him  attend. 
While  the  mighty,  fyc. 

4.  The  graves  will  be  open'd, 

The  dead  will  arise, 
And  with  the  Redeemer 
Mount  up  to  the  skies. 
While  the  mighty,  fyc. 

5.  The  saints  then  immortal, 

In  glory  shall  reign  ! 
The  Bride  with  the  Bridegroom 
Forever  remain. 

While  the  mighty,  Src. 

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APPENDIX.  51 

HYMlV5i.P.M.41ines,ll's. 

The  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

1.  ¥N  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I'll  repair, 

P     When  my  heart's  overwhelmed  with  sorrow 

and  care ; 
From  the  end  of  the  earth  unto  thee  will  I  cry, 
/Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I — 

Higher  than  I,  S?c. 

2.  When  Satan,  my  foe,  cometh  in  like  a  flood, 
To  drive  my  poor  soul  from  the  fountain  of  God, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Saviour  who  kindly  did  die, 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

Higher  than  I,  <5"C. 

3.  When  tempted  by  Satan  the  spirit  to  grieve, 
And  the  service  of  Christ,  my  Redeemer  to  leave, 
I'll  claim  my  relation  to  Jesus  on  high— 

The  Rock  of  Salvation,  that's  higher  than  I ! 
Higher  than  I,  Sfc. 

4.  O  Saviour  of  sinners,  when"faint  and  depressed, 
With  manifold  trials  and  sorrows  oppressed, 
I'll  bow  at  thy  feet,  and  with  confidence  cry, 
"Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I !" 

Higher  than  J,  Sfc. 

5.  And  when  I  have  ended  my  pilgrimage  here, 

In  Jesus'  pure  right'ousness  let  me  then  appear; 
In  the  swelling  of  Jordan  on  thee  I'll  rely, 
And  look  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

Higher  than  I,  S(C. 

6.  And  when  the  last  trumpet  shall  sound  through  the 

sky> 

And  th'  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth  shall  arise  ; 
With  millions  I'll  join  far  above  yonder  sky, 
To  praise  the  kind  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Higher  than  1,  cf-e. 

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APPENDIX.  57 

Of  its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold, 
But  what  must  it  be,  to  be  there  ? 

3.  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within, 
But  what  must  it  be,  to  be  there  ? 

4.  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

Of  the  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
Of  the  church  of  the  first-born  above, 
But  what  must  it  be,  to  be  there  ? 

5.  Do  thou  Lord,  'midst  sorrow  and  woe, 

Still  for  heaven  my  spirit  prepare, 
And  shortly  I  also  shall  know, 
And  feel  what  it  is,  to  be  there  ? 


WSMX  57. 

Jesus  is  there. 

1.  fTgr ASTE  my  dull  soul  arise- 
JtSL    Shake  off  thy  care ; 
Press  to  thy  native  skies — 

Might/  in  prayer. 

Christ,  he  has  gone  before, 
Count  all  thy  sufferings  o'er ; 

He  all  thy  burdens  bore- 
Jesus  is  there. 

2.  Souls  for  the  marriage  feast, 

Robed  and  prepared ; — 
Holy  must  be  such  guests ; 

Jesus  is  there  f 
Saints,  wear  your  victory  palms, 

Chant  your  celestial  psalms  ; 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  thy  charms, 

Oh !  let  me  wear. 

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58  APPENDIX. 

3.  Heaven's  bliss  is  perfect,  pure — 

Jesus  is  there ! 
Heaven's  bliss  is  ever  sure — 

Thou  art  its  heir. 
What  makes  its  joys  complete — 

What  makes  its  hymns  so  sweet ; 
There  we  our  friends  will  greet — 

Jesus  is  there. 


HYMIV  58.  p-  M-  8>  6>  g>  6>  8>  8>  7>  6- 

The  Cross  and  Crown. 

1.  IWIfUST  Simon  bear  his  cross  alone, 
JjfJi     And  all  the  world  go  free  1 
No !  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 

And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 
Yes,  there's  a  cross  on  Calvary, 

Through  which  by  faith  the  crown  I  see ; 
To  me  'tis  pardon  bringing — 

O !  that's  the  crown  for  me. 

2.  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  mourning  here, 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 

And  joy  without  a  tear. 
Yes,  perfect  love  will  dry  the  tear, 

And  cast  out  all  tormenting  fear, 
Which  round  my  heart  is  clinging — 

O !  that's  the  love  for  me,  &c. 

3.  We'll  bear  the  consecrated  cross, 

Till  from  the  cross  we're  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  to  wear  the  crown, 

For  there's  a  crown  for  me: 
Yes,  there's  a  crown  in  heav'n  above, 

The  purchase  of  my  Saviour's  love, 
For  me  at  his  appearing — 
•     O !  that's  the  crown  for  me,  &c. 

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APPENDIX. 

HYM^  50-   C.  M.  8,  6,  8,  6. 

But  two  Ways. 

1.  fW^HERE  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God; 

JB_      All  others  go  astray ; 
Narrow,  but  pleasant  is  the  road, 
And  Christians  love  the  way, 

2.  It  leads  straight  through  this  world  of  sin, 

And  dangers  must  be  past ; 
But  those  who  boldly  walk  therein 
Will  come  to  heaven  at  last. 

3.  While  the  broad  road  where  thousands  go, 

Lies  near,  and  opens  fair ; 

And  many  turn  aside,  I  know,_ 

To  walk  with  sinners  there. 

4.  But  lest  my  feeble  steps  should  slide, 

Or  wander  from  thy  way, 
Lord,  condescend  to  be  my  guide, 
,And  I  shall  never  stray. 


MITMM  60.  L-  M.  8,  8,  8,  8. 

1.  J~B7 ION,  awake  ! — thy  strength  renew, 
M_A    Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  hue ; 
Church  of  our  God,  arise  and  shine, 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine  ! 

2.  Soon  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are  ; 
Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view  ; 
All  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too. 

3.  Then  shall  thy  name  Hepzibah  be—  \ 

Jehovah  shall  delight  in  thee  ; 
Bulah,  thy  land  shall  we  then  call, 
And  Abr'ham's  god  be  all  in  all. 

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&2  APPENDIX. 

HYM  ©l.c.M. 

Praise  for  the  Fountain  opened. — Zech.  xiii,  1. 

HERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 
Drawn  from  ImmanuePs  veins : 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2.  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  thousands  there  as  vile  as  he, 
Have  washed  their  sins  away. 

3.  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Are  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4.  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5.  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save,. 

When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


HYMI  62.  V-  M.  8,  6,  8,  6. 

1.  TTESUS  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend, 
SjP      As  such  I  look  to  thee  ; 

Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
O,  Lord !  remember  me. 

2.  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 
,    Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 

And  then  remember  me. 

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APPENDIX.  63 

3./Thou  wondrous  Advocate  of  God  ! 
/     I  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
\     O,  Lord !  remember  me. 

4.  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then,  in  thy  alt-abounding  grace, 
O,  Lord!  remember  me. 

5.  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppfess'd  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

ft  And  when  I  dose  my  eyes  in  death, 
And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O,  my  great  Redeemer ;  God  I 
I  pray,  remember  me. 


fiYffl  63.  s-  M— DWIGHT. 

t.  T  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
I     The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  bless'd  Redeemer  sav'd 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2.  I  love  thy  church,  O  God  ; 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

&  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

<$.  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

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64  APPENDIX. 

5.  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6.  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


HYMIV  04.  s-  M.— Montgomery. 

1.  |T|kH  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
\J    Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 

'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound — 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole  I 

2.  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to"  live, 
iMor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3.  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4.  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  :— 
Oh  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  '  the  second  death  I' 

5.  Thou  God  of  truth  and  grace ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
Forevermore  undone. 

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APPENDIX.  66 

HYMI¥  65.  c-  m. 

True  Zeal. 

1.  fTirEAL  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame 
£j    The  fire  of  love  supplies  ; 

While  that  which  often  bears  the  name 
Is  self  in  a  disguise. 

2.  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild, 

Can  pity  and  forbear ; 
The  false  is  headstrong,  fierce,  and  wild, 
And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 

3.  Self  may  its  poor  reward  obtain, 

And  be  applauded  here ; 
But  zeal  the  best  applause  will  gain, 
When  Jesus  shall  appear. 

4.  O  Lord,  the  idol  self,  dethrone, 

And  from  our  hearts  remove ; 
And  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shown, 
But  that  which  springs  from  love. 


HYM  ©6.  s-  M. 

1.  nnHOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

JhL      Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  shall  soon  appear. 

2.  Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray, 

3.  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour. 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
.    When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 

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68  APPENDIX. 

4.  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increase  our  gracious  fears, 
Forever  let  the  archangel's  voice, 
.   Be  sounding  in  our  ears. 

5.  O  may  we  all  be  found 

Obedient  to  thy  word, 
Attentive  to  the  gospel's  sound, 
And  looking  for  our  Lord. 


HYMW  67.  p- M-  7's- 

1.  "Hjff  OLY  Bible !  book  divine ! 

JOL    Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came  ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am ; 

2.  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love ; 
MMe,  art  thou,  to  guide  my  feet ; 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit ; 

3.  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine,  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death  ; 

4.  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  shifter's  doom  ; 
O  thou  precious  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 


HYM  tf  8.  c- M-  8,  6,  8,  0 

Inspiration. 

HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine 
By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  olit  souls  to  heav'ft. 


APPENDIX. 

2.  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light  and  joy  it  still  imparts. 
And  quells  our  rising  fear. 

3.  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  cheering  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


HYMN  69. 

Mercy's  Free. 

1.  TjY  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying, 
jD>        On  the  tree,  on  the  tree  ; 

To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 

Look  on  me,  look  on  me. 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  neat, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear, 
Hark !  hark !  what  precious  words  I  6ear, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

2.  Did  Christ  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 

Pity  me,  pity  me  ; 
And  did  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin, 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be. 
O  yes,  he  did  salvation  bring, 
He  is  my  prophet  priest  and  king, 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3.  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ; 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious, 

Unto  me,  unto  me. 
None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove, 
While  through  the  wilderness  I  rove, 
All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love, 

Mercy's  free,  mercv's  free. 

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4.  This  precious  truth  ye  sinners  hear  it, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  ; 
Ye  ministers  of  God  declare  it — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode, 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

5.  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  ; 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  past, 
When  lodg'd  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


HYM  70.  9-  M- 

1.  A  ND  let  our  feeble  bodies  fail, 
_£%_  And  let  them  faint  and  die  ; 
We  soon  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high ; 

2.  Shall  join  the  disembodi'd  saints, 

And  find  our  long-sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  we  pant, 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

3.  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

We  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 

4.  We  suffer  on  our  threescore  years, 

Till  our  I/eiiv'rer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servants'  tears, 
And  take  his  exiles  home. 

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APPENDIX.  71 

5.  O,  what  are  all  our  suff 'rings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  us  meet, 
With  that  emaptur'd  host  t'  appear, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet  ? 

6.  Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pa'n, 

Take  life  or  friends  away ; 
But  let  us  meet  our  friends  again, 
In  that  eternal  day. 


In  heaven  are  no  partings. 

1.  TT»RETHREN  and  sisters,  we  must  part, 
JO>    And  to  our  callings  go  ; 

But  let  us  still  be  one  in  heart, 
Whilst  we  remain  below. 

We're  marching'  thro'  Immanuel's  ground! 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet's  sound  ; 

And  then  with  Jesus  shall  we  meet, 
And  never,  never  part  again. 

—  What !  never  part  again  ? — 
JVo  ;  never  part  again. 

—  What !  never  parUagain  ? — 
No  ;  never  part  again  ! 

But  there  we  shall  each  other  greet, 
And  never,  never  part  again  ? 

2.  Below  we  all  may  meet  no  more ; 

But  we  shall  meet  above, 
Where  pains  and  partings  are  no  more — 
In  the  blest  world  of  love! 

3.  With  Christ  we  shall  in  Paradise, 

To  endless  ages  dwell, 
Where  saints  rejoice  in  ceaseless  strains, 
And  never  say,  "Farewell." 

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HIM  72.  c. m. 

1.  TfOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
9  jp     In  nature's  barren  soil ; 

■    All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2.  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace, 

And  makes  his  glories  known, 
The  fruits  of  heav'nly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

3.  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Gives  joys  like  those  above. 

4.  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  vail, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine ; 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
Unspeakable !  divine  ! 

5.  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 

And  sanctify  the  mind  ; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

6.  No  more,  believers,  mourn  your  lot, 

But  since  you  are  the  Lord's, 
Resign  to  them  that  know  him  not, 
Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 

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